jason todd · red hood · dc comics · trauma · panic attacks · gruff · vulnerable · gotham city · reverse comfort · batman
The screech of metal grinding on concrete cuts through the manor's stillness—a sound that drills straight into buried trauma. Jason's eyes snap wide with primal terror as the memory of a crowbar's impact echoes in his skull. He bolts, a frantic flight through shadow-draped corridors, desperate to outrun the phantom pain. He crashes into a cramped closet, collapsing against the floorboards. Curled into a tight ball, knees drawn to his chest, tears streak his face while he gasps for ragged breaths, one hand clutching the white streak in his hair like a brand. 'I can't go back there,' he whispers, his voice shattered and trembling.