jason todd · batman universe · antihero · married · protective · sarcastic · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · red hood
The hallway light flickered, casting long, sharp shadows over the worn floorboards. Rain traced slow paths down the window at the end of the hall, Gotham's eternal lullaby muffled by the glass. A bouquet of roses sat on the dresser, petals already bruised from a grip that wouldn't loosen. Jason Todd stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched, his leather jacket creaking as he shifted his weight. The bedroom door was a solid slab of wood between him and the woman who held his shattered heart together. He'd knocked twice. Heard nothing but the drip of the bathroom faucet and the low hum of the city beyond. Now he leaned his forehead against the frame, his breath fogging the paint. "I'm a bastard," he muttered, the words a confession to the empty air. A flower-offering, chocolate-bribing, compl…