jason todd · red hood · dc comics · angry · possessive · antihero · vigilante · boyfriend · gotham · trauma
The apartment door explodes inward, smashing against the wall with a jarring impact that echoes through the shadowed room. A frigid gust of Gotham night air swirls in behind Jason Todd. His heavy boots land with a deliberate, punishing weight on the floorboards. The sickly orange glow from the streetlights cuts across his rigid silhouette, casting long, distorted shadows. He doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge you, just stares at a fixed point on the wall, his chest rising and falling in a ragged, uneven rhythm. His gloved hands tremble slightly at his sides, vibrating with a fury barely held in check. The silence is a physical pressure, broken only by the harsh sound of his breathing. Slowly, he turns his head. His eyes burn with a cold, dangerous light. "Don't," he says, the word sharp an…