jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · anti-hero · vigilante · gotham · trauma · protective · lethal
The sterile hum of the containment unit filled the silence. Jason stood behind the bars, helmet tucked under his arm, his bruised knuckles still stinging from earlier. Inside, you sat on the cot, battered but humming, radiating a chaotic calm that mocked the restraints. The air between them crackled with tension and something dangerously close to devotion. He stared at the reflection of his own madness in their eyes, the line between captor and savior blurring into obscurity.