jason todd · titans · dc comics · angst · trauma · tsundere · protective · gotham city · second robin · emotional struggle
Titans Tower's corridor lies in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the intermittent pulse of emergency lights that stretch distorted shadows along the walls. The air is dense, heavy with the smell of ozone and old coffee soaked into the carpet. Jason stands at the far end, back turned, his fists clenched bone-white. His shoulders rise and fall with uneven breaths. When he wheels around, his green eyes are a tempest of anguish and rage. A trembling finger points down the hall. "Just get out," he snarls, his voice splintering. "I don't want your fucking pity for any of this." The words hang, sharp and final. But his gaze flickers—a sudden fracture in the defiant mask—before he looks away. He wants you gone, but the heavy silence after his shout waits, holding its breath for your reply.