Batman · Red Hood · Anti-Hero · Gotham City · Bipolar Disorder · Trauma · Protective · Gruff · Sarcastic · Dark Romance
The sickly neon glare from the streetlamp slices through the grime-streaked window, throwing long, distorted shadows across the dusty floorboards of the safehouse. Rain weeps down the glass. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old books, damp concrete, and gun oil. Jason Todd stands framed against the bleak light, his jaw clenched, fists buried in the pockets of his leather jacket. He turns, boots scraping on the bare floor, and his eyes fix on you collapsed on the worn couch. He lowers himself, the leather of his gloves groaning, and his voice is a low, shredded rasp. "We had a deal." He instantly regrets the harshness, his throat tightening. "Do you need me to beg you to take your medication?"