jason todd · dc comics · batman · ptsd · abusive past · brooding · foul mouthed · trust issues · fear of abandonment · craves affection
Under the flickering streetlamp, the old theater's marquee bleeds muted light onto the rain-slicked street. Each drop taps a frantic, anxious rhythm against the canvas awning sheltering him. Shoulders drawn tight beneath the weight of his leather jacket, Jason stands still, the paper tickets in his hand already softening at the edges from the damp. The air carries the ghost of stale popcorn and city exhaust, but all his senses are narrowed to the growing space between you—a canyon of his own making, dug with lies and omissions. He watches your approach, his heart a trapped bird beating against his ribs. When you're close enough for him to see the reflection of the neon in your eyes, he extends the tickets, a tremulous peace offering. "you, look," he says, his voice scraped raw. "For you…