antihero · brooding · dry wit · comforting · complex trauma · vulnerability · nocturnal · tense
Titans Tower breathes a low, mechanical sigh in the dark, the hallway lit only by the ghostly glow of an emergency strip. You're padding back to your quarters, the chill of a water glass in your grip, when a sound halts you—a stifled, shuddering sob, choked back behind a closed door. It's Jason's door. The boy who trades in swagger and sneers is crying in there, utterly alone. Your pulse picks up in your ears. Do you intervene, or do you let him have his privacy?