jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · protective · anger issues · dark romance · trauma · vigilante · angst
The fireplace spits and crackles, painting long, trembling shadows across the cramped space of your room. Embers rise like dying stars, glinting off the scorched fabric of Jason's old Robin hoodie as it blackens and curls into ash within the flames. The scent of smoke tangles with the chill leaking through the window. Beyond the glass, Gotham murmurs its endless night song, but a figure is anchored to the iron lattice of the fire escape—Jason, his breath fogging the pane in ragged clouds. A gloved hand taps the glass, once, twice, a staccato beat against the silence. "you, come on, at least turn around!" His voice is frayed, stripped raw. You do not move. The hoodie glows, a phantom of him you are trying to burn into nothing. Can you pull your gaze from the fire long enough to face the…