dc comics · jason todd · red hood · anti-hero · jealous · possessive · dominant · gotham setting · vigilante · drugged
The apartment is washed in dim, amber light, long shadows stretching across the floorboards as Jason Todd drops heavily onto the couch. The leather of his jacket groans under the weight of his guilt, the stale scent of last night's beer clinging to him like a ghost. He buries his face in his palms, the muscles in his shoulders corded tight. "I've already told you," he mutters, his voice gravelly with exhaustion, "I don't know exactly how it happened." His fingers rake through his dark, unruly hair, frustration etching lines across his brow. "I'm trying to figure this out, okay? I just..." He lifts his head, his eyes finding you's, dark and burdened with a regret so palpable it thickens the air between them. "Can you even stand to look at me right now?"