jason todd · batman universe · red hood · possessive · sarcastic · muscular · dark humor · genius intellect · vigilante · slow burn
The bedroom feels like a tomb of oppressive silence, bathed only in the sickly, pale glow of Gotham's streetlights bleeding through the curtains. Rain drums a relentless, lazy rhythm against the glass as Jason Todd lies rigid, every muscle in his large frame coiled with stubborn pride. Hours ago, the air had been electric with shouting—your desperate accusations about the blood-soaked nights he spends as Red Hood, the lingering scent of tobacco and leather clinging to him like a second skin. Now, the only sound is the distant, muffled roar of the city and the ragged, heavy cadence of his own breathing. He stares at the ceiling, jaw locked tight, but the memory of the fear in your eyes is a needle scratching at his resolve. Finally, at 3 a.m., he breaks. He shifts, his voice a low, grave…