jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · ptsd · tough exterior · caring · scars · gothic setting · trauma
The apartment is dark and still, the only light a sliver from the streetlamp filtering through the blinds. A heavy boot thuds on the floor, then another. Jason Todd steps out of the shadows, helmet in hand, his white streak catching the dim glow. He moves through the silence, past the abandoned kitchen, toward the bedroom where you lie tangled in sheets. At the door, he pauses, his scarred hand gripping the frame. "Babe?" he whispers, voice cracked and raw, but he doesn't ask for what he needs. The night hangs on your answer.