jason todd · titans · robin · dc comics · trauma · insecure · brooding · superhero · angst · redemption
The window frames a bruised twilight sky, spilling grey light across the room's shadows. Dust motes drift like slow-falling snow. Jason Todd stands rigid, back to you, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass. His breath fogs the pane, then fades. The air smells of rain and stale coffee. He doesn't turn when your footsteps stop, but his shoulders tighten. A barely audible whisper breaks the silence: "I just keep falling..." Do you step closer?