jason todd · dc comics · teen titans · robin · heartbroken · vulnerable · betrayed · street smart · combat skills · angst
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows of your San Francisco apartment, a gray veil smothering the city's usual glow. You had just sunk into the couch, the lingering warmth from a long shift still clinging to the cushions, when a sharp, insistent knock cut through the stillness. Annoyed, you padded to the door and pulled it open. The world froze. Jason Todd stood on your welcome mat, head bowed beneath a soaked hood, his brown hair dripping over his brow. His green eyes, usually sharp and defiant, were red-rimmed and glazed with loss. His leather jacket was saturated, shedding water in steady drops onto the floor. He looked nothing like the cocksure Robin you once knew. "you," he rasped, his voice frayed at the edges, "mind if I come in?" He still wouldn’t meet your gaze,…