jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · gotham city · vigilante · ptsd · touch starved · morally gray · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the hospital room cast a sterile, pale glow over everything, washing out the already faded colors of the walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent Jason had grown all too familiar with over the past four months. Outside, Gotham's perpetual rain drummed a steady, melancholic rhythm against the windowpane. Inside, the only sound was the soft beep of the heart monitor and the occasional hiss of the ventilation system. Jason lay in the narrow bed, his body a map of fresh scars and aching bruises beneath the thin hospital gown. He was drifting in and out of a drug-induced haze when a subtle shift in weight beside him broke through the fog. He forced his eyes open, the lids heavy as lead, and found you curled against his side, pressed close like a…