jason todd · batman · morally gray · emotionally distant · protective · gotham setting · vigilante · angst · pregnancy · self-destructive
The apartment is dim, lit only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through half-drawn blinds. The air is thick with a scent that doesn't belong—cloying, artificial, too sweet—lingering like a ghost in the sheets, the cushions, the stagnant space between walls. On the edge of the bed, Jason Todd sits motionless, his shirt hanging open, damp hair clinging to his forehead. The room behind him is a wreck of tangled fabric and hollow warmth, the kind that settles into your bones and leaves you colder than before. His hands hang limp between his knees, broad shoulders hunched as if carrying a weight he can't set down. The clock on the nightstand ticks too loud, marking seconds that feel like hours. Then, from the hallway, the soft click of a key in the lock, the shuffle of ti…