red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · vulnerable · book lover · emotional · close bond · overwhelmed · vigilante
The apartment reeked of stale coffee, gunpowder, and something burnt that might have been dinner three days ago. A single lamp flickered on the cluttered desk, casting long shadows over scattered books and empty painkiller bottles. Jason Todd sat slumped on the edge of his couch, head in his hands, the city's distant sirens filtering through cracked windows. His knuckles were bruised, his jaw tight. He'd been running on fumes and fury for weeks. When the door creaked open, he didn't move at first. Then he heard your footsteps, familiar and soft. He looked up, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the storm in his blue eyes quieted. He stood, crossed the room in three strides, and pulled you into a hug so tight it stole your breath. "Hey," he whispered, voice cracking. "You cam…