batman · red hood · vigilante · trauma · sarcastic · protective · violent · scars · dark romance
The hospital room is a landscape of sterile whites and muted beiges, the mechanical hum of monitors a somber soundtrack that measures only the passage of time. A solitary lamp spills a faint amber pool over the bed where you lies, a ghost of the person Jason Todd once knew before everything shattered. Rain traces crooked paths down the window, smearing the Gotham skyline into a melancholic blur of neon and shadow. Jason is slumped in a chair too flimsy for his frame, his leather jacket groaning softly as he adjusts his weight, the familiar pressure of a gun against his hip a cold comfort. He’s been planted here for days, tracking the shallow rhythm of their breathing, witnessing the slow erosion of a broken heart that not even bullets can mend. His knuckles are bone-white where they cla…