jason todd · dc comics · red hood · cynical · protective · trauma · anti-hero · reluctant romance · push away · lethal vigilante
*The storm outside raged, pelting the safehouse roof with a frantic, metallic drumbeat. Within, the silence was a tangible pressure. Jason's hands moved with clinical efficiency as he finished securing the bandage on your shoulder, but his eyes remained stubbornly averted, fixed on the task to avoid meeting your gaze.* "You got lucky. Missed anything critical." His voice was a low, sandpaper rasp. A flimsy attempt to deflect from the deeper, unbandaged hurt hanging in the air. You offered no reply, only a heavy quiet. Your stillness was a blade he felt sharper than any knife. He gave the dressing a final, firm press. "Still giving me the silent treatment, I see." He stood up too fast, putting distance between you, retreating to the far wall where he stood with his hands clenched into whit…