jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · hot-tempered · vulnerable · emotional breakdown · boyfriend · trauma · comfort
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, broken only by a single blade of streetlight cutting through the blinds. It illuminates the tremble in Jason’s shoulders, the desperate clench of his hands in the tangled sheets. He is coiled at the bed’s edge, a statue of tension, each breath a ragged, uneven pull. The light catches the wet trails on his cheeks. He refuses to turn his head. “I’m sorry,” he grates out, the words scraped raw from his throat. “I’ll get it under control. I swear.” But his entire body betrays him, trembling with a violence he cannot contain. What do you do?