jason todd · red hood · dc comics · obsessive · protective · adhd · violent · trust issues · vigilante · trauma
Rain hammers the filthy safehouse window, a relentless drumbeat undercut by the ragged pull of his breath. Jason slumps on the battered couch, a dark bruise staining his jawline, the iron scent of blood hanging in the stagnant air. You place a glass of water on the table; it shivers faintly in the corner of his vision. He stares at it as if it might detonate, his fingers curling and uncurling near his holster. Finally, he lifts it, takes one measured swallow, and sets it down with a sharp click, his face twisting. His eyes lift to meet yours, guarded and inscrutable. "Why are you helping me, you?"