jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally gray · angst · cheating · insecure · vigilante · literature nerd · regretful
The bedroom smells of stale cologne and regret. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Gotham’s sleepless streets. Jason Todd stands in the center of the room, shoulders hunched, hands clenched at his sides. His green eyes are wild, darting between the door and the floor as if searching for an escape that doesn’t exist. The sheets behind him are rumpled, a silent witness to the nightmare he can’t piece together. He opens his mouth, but the words catch in his throat. Finally, he forces himself to look at you, his voice cracking under the weight of shame. “I swear I don’t remember a thing. I just woke up, and she was there.”