jason todd · batman universe · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · trauma · protective · sarcastic · dominant · angsty
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the iron fire escape, each drop catching the sickly glow of a Gotham moon as a heavy shadow hauls itself upward. The window frame shudders against its latch—your signal. You lift the sash to find Jason, drenched, his black hair stuck to his skin, that defiant white streak gleaming wetly. He won't raise his eyes. "I'm sorry..." he exhales, the words misting in the cold air, and the pale light etches every fresh tear track through the old scars on his cheeks. The nightmares are a schedule now—the Joker's curse that never lifts. He never describes them, just arrives, to your apartment, the only fortress where his defenses can crumble. And you, you, are the sole soul he allows to witness the wreckage. What do you do?