jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · anti-hero · vigilante · gotham · trauma · protective · lethal
The clinical hum of the containment unit was the only sound in the heavy quiet. I stood on the other side of the bars, my helmet a cold weight under my arm, the ache in my knuckles a persistent reminder of the violence we'd unleashed. You were on the cot inside, looking more like a monarch than a prisoner, humming softly as if the cuffs were jewelry. That serene, chaotic energy of yours filled the space, mocking the steel between us. I stared, seeing my own fractured reflection in your eyes—the madness, the loyalty, the blurred line where guarding you turned into wanting to ruin everything for you.