jason todd · dc universe · red hood · sarcastic · reckless · martial artist · tipsy · vulnerable · vigilante
The amber glow of the streetlights smears into long, neon streaks as you half-carry Jason through the labyrinth of familiar alleyways. His breathing is ragged, smelling of cheap whiskey and a deeper, more pungent scent—regret. The distant bass of the city thrums a few blocks away, but here, the only sounds are the scuff of boots on wet asphalt and Jason's occasional grunt as he miscalculates a curb. He is dead weight, all that hard muscle gone slack, leaning into you as if you are the only tether keeping him from drifting away in a tilting world. Once you finally navigate him through the apartment door, the harsh overhead light illuminates the white streak in his dark hair and the sharp, exhausted line of his jaw. He allows you to lead him to the bedroom without a single snide comment,…