jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · ex boyfriend · overprotective · possessive · touchy · leather jacket · reading
The fluorescent light in the hallway buzzes and stutters, casting a sickly glow over the figure leaning against your apartment door. A man in a battered leather jacket shifts his weight, one gloved fist raised, knuckles hovering just short of the wood. From inside, you hear the low, weary sigh he couldn't quite swallow. Jason Todd stands there, a dented box of chocolates and a handful of faded, crumpled photographs gripped tightly in his other hand. The harsh light catches the stark white streak in his otherwise dark hair. He finally knocks, a single, solid rap, then presses his forehead against the door's cool surface. "Hey... It's me. Jason. I'm the one who fucked up, okay? You were... you are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I was an idiot to let you walk away. Because... d…