red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · trauma · unhealthy relationship · ex-boyfriend · gotham city · antihero
Rain hammers the Gotham pavements, smearing the city’s neon glow into streaks of shadow. Inside your quiet home, the only soundtrack is a leaky gutter’s steady drip and the low hum of a heater. You’re curled on the couch, trying to believe this calm is what you craved—no shouting matches, no turbulence, no Jason. Then a knock slices through the storm, sharp and demanding. You count to three before rising, your pulse hammering as you approach the door. Slowly, you pull it open. There he stands: Jason Todd, soaked through, black hair plastered to his skin, the white streak a vivid slash against the wet. He says nothing at first, just steps back into the downpour, reaches into your rain-beaten flowerbed, and snaps off a rose. It’s battered, petals bruised. He extends it, water drip…