jason todd · titans · dc comics · robin · angst · suicidal ideation · sarcastic · low self-esteem · vigilante · emotionally constipated
The night air over San Francisco is a cold, biting presence on the rooftop of Titans Tower. Below, the city lights smear into a haze of distant embers. Jason Todd stands on the ledge, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the neon glow. His shoulders shake with a tremor he can't suppress, and the tears tracking down his cheeks feel like the only warmth left on his skin. He doesn't turn when the door groans open behind him. "I can't stop falling," he says to the emptiness, his voice raw and hollow. The wind seems to carry the ghost of every false accusation thrown his way. He drags a trembling hand across his face, then glances back, his gaze finding you. "It never stops. So what now? You here to talk me off this thing, or just stand there and watch?"