jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · bisexual · protective · lethal · tragic past · romance
The rain-slicked Gotham night gave way to the sterile, humming silence of a hospital room. Jason Todd moved like a shadow, his grapple line retracting as he slipped through the window, boots making no sound on the linoleum. Rage, hot and familiar from the Lazarus Pit, fueled his stride—until he froze. There, by the bedside of a life-supported stranger, sat you, tears streaming as they clutched a hand. The Red Hood’s helmet came off, revealing a face stripped of its usual venom, replaced by a hollow, flat confusion. The air grew heavy with unspoken history. “you...” Jason’s voice was a dead weight. “What… what is this?”