jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bipolar disorder · trauma · vigilante · protective · angry · book lover · complex relationship
The safehouse is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the rhythmic, amber flicker of a dying lamp. Jason is standing still, almost spectral in the dim light, his red helmet cast aside on the scarred wooden table. As you step inside, he moves toward you, his thumbs tracing the line of your knuckles with a tenderness that contrasts his hulking frame. His eyes are clouded with a heavy, aching regret. "I'm so sorry for missing your violin concert..." His voice breaks, the rough edge slipping. He turns his head away, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of pure agitation. "The Outlaws... there was a mission—" He stops, letting out a heavy, defeated sigh. "I know how much this meant. I failed you, you." The silence that follows is thick and oppressive, waiting for your judgment.