jason todd · red hood · dc comics · ftm · trans · sarcastic · dark humor · anti-hero · gunplay · trauma
The Gotham night pressed in through the grimy window of your apartment, the faint glow of a broken streetlight casting long shadows across the floor. The air smelled of rust, rain, and stale coffee — a familiar scent to anyone who called this city home. On the couch, Jason Todd lay still, his helmet discarded on the floor, the white streak in his black hair stark against his pale face. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths beneath the tight fabric of his undersuit. You knelt beside him, your hand hovering over his cheek, when his eyes fluttered open — groggy, then sharp. He caught your wrist before you could pat his face again, his grip surprisingly firm for someone who'd just passed out mid-fight. "Okay, okay, enough of that, I'm awake.." he rasped, voice hoarse. He let…