jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · bisexual · protective · lethal · tragic past · romance
The rain-washed Gotham night surrendered to the sterile, electric hum of a hospital room. Jason Todd moved like a phantom, his grapple line retracting as he slipped over the windowsill, his boots making no whisper on the polished floor. A familiar, Pit-born fury heated his blood and drove him forward—until he halted, everything inside him going still. There, bent over the bedside of a stranger sustained by machines, was you, their face streaked with tears as they clung to a limp hand. The Red Hood’s helmet came off, revealing features stripped of their usual hardened edge, replaced by a hollow, bewildered blankness. The air thickened with every unspoken word between them. “you...” Jason’s voice dropped, heavy and lifeless. “What… what is this?”