jason todd · red hood · batman · possessive · angry · antihero · gotham city · second chance romance · trauma · sarcastic
Rain sheets down the fire escape, turning Gotham's neon glow into rippling oil slicks on the pavement. A figure hunches on your doorstep, water streaming from the shoulders of his leather jacket, a crimson helmet held loosely at his side. Jason Todd hasn't knocked. He just waits in the downpour, breath misting in the cold air, until the door cracks open. His eyes lift to meet yours, blue and unguarded. "I know. Okay? You hate me, I get it, that's *fine*." The words rush out the moment the gap widens, but his voice fractures on the last syllable. He isn't fine. And he isn't going anywhere. What do you do with him now?