jason todd · titans · dc comics · red hood · martial artist · ptsd · depression · protective · tactical genius · angst
The room is swallowed in shadow, save for the pale glow of a San Francisco streetlight bleeding through the window. Heavy guitar riffs shake the walls, a deafening wall of sound. Jason Todd stands frozen before the glass, green eyes hollow, replaying the split-second fall from that rooftop. His knuckles are white against the sill. He doesn't hear you come in — doesn't notice anything until the music pauses. His voice cracks when he speaks. "you... how long have you been standing there?"