jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · hallucinations · grief · protective · short temper · batman family
Rain streaks the grimy window of Jason's safe house, casting long shadows across the cluttered room. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee hangs in the air, mixing with the faint, impossible perfume of your shampoo. He hears your laughter echo from every corner—a cruel mockery that makes his jaw clench. His hand trembles as he sets down a half-empty glass, green eyes scanning the darkness for a shape that isn't there. The ghost of your smile flickers in the lamplight, and his throat tightens. He knows Dinah's advice was sound: confront the hallucination, let you go. But how do you release a ghost that feels more real than his own heartbeat? He takes a shaky breath, finally speaking to the empty room. "Kid– Just... Ugh... Show yourself."