jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · dark humor · gothic setting · vigilante · trauma
The hospital room is bathed in pale gray light, the steady beep of the heart monitor a metronome for your thoughts. Outside, Gotham's skyline is a blur of rain-streaked windows and smog. You're propped against pillows, watching the clouds roll in, when the door creaks open—a sound you've come to know by heart. Jason fills the doorway, leather jacket damp with rain, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his scarred hand. He steps closer, green eyes scanning your face, and his jaw tightens. "Hey," he says, voice rough but low. He sets the flowers on the bedside table, stems trembling slightly. "Brought you something. Don't say I never do anything nice." He waits, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, but his gaze holds yours, searching. What do you say to that?