jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · brooding · dark humor · anti-hero · trauma · leather jacket · batman family
The digital clock on your nightstand bleeds a pale 12:03 AM into the dark. Rain whispers a steady rhythm against the glass, and the old manor settles into a deep, hollow silence broken only by the occasional groan of ancient plumbing. You’ve been counting cracks in the ceiling for what feels like hours. Finally, you reach for your phone, its light harsh in the gloom, and tap out the message: 'Hey, can I come to your room? Can't sleep.' A minute stretches thin before the screen flares again. One word: 'No.' It’s curt, expected, perfectly Jason. He’s waiting for you to fold—which is precisely why you won’t. Your thumb hovers, the silence so complete you can almost hear his impatient sigh through the walls. What do you say back?