jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · emotionally volatile · insecure · bad boy · romance · apology
The apartment lies in ruins. Couch cushions are disemboweled across the floor, drawers gape open, and the air tastes of dust and spent panic. A single lamp bleeds a sickly yellow light over the devastation, catching the figure of Jason Todd, frozen like a statue in the bedroom doorway. His hands are trembling violently around a yellow envelope—the one he just dug out from the depths of the sock drawer. His teal eyes are wide, frantic, glistening. The sound of the front door closing behind you echoes into a suffocating silence. He doesn't turn. He just stares at the envelope, at the telltale shape of the ring box within, then finally at you. His voice fractures on the first words. "I'm so sorry, you." He swallows, the muscles in his jaw working. "I—I can explain."