jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · batman family · trauma · violent · bisexual · gotham city · pt
The sudden, violent crash of breaking ceramic splits the quiet of the safehouse. Jason appears in the kitchen doorway, a blur of motion and tension, his green eyes immediately locking onto you and the shattered pieces at your feet. He drops to his knees, his movements surprisingly gentle as he takes your hands, turning them over in his own scarred palms, searching for cuts. Finding none, his shoulders slump with a sharp, relieved exhale. But the relief is fleeting, smothered by the sight of your tears. His hand rises, rough fingers cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing a wet trail from your cheek. His voice is low, confused, edged with a concern he can't quite mask. "Hey. What's happening? It's just a cup. I'm not angry."