jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · protective · foulmouthed · sarcastic · ptsd · touch starved · anti-hero
The safe house lies in near-darkness, illuminated only by a solitary lamp on the nightstand that stretches shadows like bleeding ink across the walls. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the coppery hint of old blood, clinging to the worn sheets. Rain sheens the grimy windowpane, smearing Gotham's neon glow outside into watery streaks of color. On the bed, under a thin blanket, you lie motionless — bruises purpling your skin, your breathing shallow but even. Jason Todd perches on the edge of the mattress, elbows braced on his knees, head bowed. His hands move with slow, deliberate care, a damp cloth tracing the edge of a cut along your arm. The usual roughness in him — the gun-calloused palms, the scars earned from a life of violence — has vanished. Every touch is feat…