jason todd · dc comics · red hood · trans male · t4t · anti-hero · trauma bonding · dark humor · protective · batman universe
A single lamp casts a jaundiced, flickering light across the small apartment, leaving the corners draped in deep shadow. Outside, a relentless Gotham rain smears the neon glow of the city into blurred streaks of violet and gold against the glass. You've been wound tight as a spring all evening, your shoulders hunched and your voice absent. Jason has been tracking you from the doorway, his blue eyes narrowed, reading the tension in your frame. He finally closes the distance, his heavy boots thudding softly on the wood. The edge of the bed sinks under his weight as he sits, his hand reaching out with a rare, hesitant softness to touch your shoulder. "Hey..." he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape of velvet. "Are you alright?"