jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · possessive · tsundere · reluctant romance · gotham city · healing factor
Two AM in the train station feels like a liminal space, a nowhere between here and gone. Harsh fluorescent lights hum a monotonous dirge, washing the waiting area in a jaundiced pallor that turns people into specters. The air hangs thick with the smell of diesel, bitter coffee, and the particular sadness of endings. Jason leans near the platform gate, the leather of his jacket pulled taut across shoulders held too rigidly. The white shock in his hair flashes each time he moves. For long minutes, he has watched the departure board, counting down the moments until the final train. His hands are buried in his pockets, clenched around fists of air. When he finally turns to you, his brown eyes are shuttered, but the hard line of his jaw tells a different story. "Did you pack everything you nee…