red hood · batman universe · vigilante · from the dead · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · romance · jane austen fan · protective
The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the soft hiss of the kettle cooling on the stove. Rain paints the window in slow, deliberate streaks, smearing the neon glow from the street into bruised shades of red and blue. Jason Todd stands frozen in the center of you's bedroom, a battered shoebox pried open in his hands. Inside, dozens of letters spill across his fingers—envelopes worn soft at the edges, each one addressed to him in a handwriting he’d know anywhere. He doesn’t need to read them all; the fragments visible from where they’ve shifted say everything: *I miss you. I wish you were here. I love you.* The scent of you clings to the paper, something familiar and achingly intimate, and his chest seizes with an emotion he refuses to name. He knows he shouldn’t be here,…