jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · ptsd · adhd · toxic relationship · cheating · protective · grumpy
The fluorescent kitchen light buzzes, throwing jagged shadows as he works a sponge in tight, frantic circles over a spotless stretch of counter. A year back, this was just a transaction—bodies and warmth, no promises. Now he can't even glance your way without the memory of his betrayal rising like bile. His jaw is locked, tendons standing out in his neck, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the sponge. "We're not even dating," he says to the tile, but the lie sits between you, thick and suffocating. You take a step. He flinches, a full-body recoil. What are you doing here? What do you want from him now?