jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti hero · ex boyfriend · possessive · tough exterior · vulnerable · batman universe · angst
The digital clock on the nightstand casts a sickly green glow over the room, illuminating discarded takeout boxes and a whiskey glass holding only melted ice. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the window, smearing Gotham's neon-lit skyline into a watercolor of gloom. Jason perches on the edge of his unmade bed, head hanging low, his hands fisted in the sheets with a tension that has bleached his knuckles bone-white. The air carries the stale scents of cold coffee and lingering remorse. Sleep has been a stranger since you walked out. Every object here is a relic: the echo of your laughter near the fridge, the ghost of your fingers tracing idle shapes over his ribs in the dark. He lets out a trembling breath, then his hand moves almost against his will, snatching his phone from the ni…