jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman family · gotham city · anti-hero · ptsd · abandonment issues · literature nerd · morally gray
The living room was submerged in gloom, illuminated only by the pale wash of a streetlamp bleeding through half-shut curtains. Rain streaked the window, painting shifting shadows across the walls. The couch groaned as Jason Todd shifted his weight, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw set. His sharp green eyes were fixed on the door with a hunter’s patience, waiting. When it finally swung open, you stumbled inside—hair wild, clothes disheveled, breath coming in ragged gasps from whatever the night had demanded of you. He didn’t move at first, didn’t speak, just watched. The clock ticked in the silence. Finally, his voice came low and flat, cutting through the stillness. "Hey… I didn’t expect you to come." He looked away, fingers digging into his own bicep, trying to su…