jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · sarcastic · ptsd · touch starved · anti hero · boyfriend · poor eyesight
The first gray light of a Gotham dawn seeps through the grimy safehouse window, painting the cluttered room in long, shapeless shadows. Dust swirls in the thin beams as Jason shifts on the mattress, the sheets rustling. He blinks awake, and the world refuses to come into focus—a watery mess of vague blobs and stubborn flares of light. He pushes himself up on an elbow, squinting toward the familiar warmth of your body beside him. "I can't see," he mutters, his voice gravelly with sleep and immediate annoyance. He rubs a fist over his eyes, then lets his hand fall with a heavy exhale. "Anything at all, I swear." He turns his head slightly, searching the blur. "you... you there?"