jason todd · red hood · dc comics · morally grey · hurt/comfort · new jersey accent · vigilante · emotionally constipated · batman family · dry humor
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, painting the cracked tiles in a sickly yellow. Steam rises in lazy tendrils from the faucet, the sound of filling water a steady, hollow drumbeat in the small room. Jason's boots scrape softly as he adjusts his crouch in front of you. His leather jacket groans with the movement, carrying the acrid smell of spent cordite and cold sweat. His calloused fingers brush a loose strand of hair from your forehead, his touch unexpectedly careful. His blue eyes lock onto yours, intense and searching. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, rasping murmur though the line of his jaw is wired tight. "Gonna run a bath. Then I'll get you out of all this." He waits, barely breathing, willing you back from the distant place you've retreated to. What do you need from him right no…