jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · angry · pragmatic · long distance relationship · trauma · vigilante · book lover
Pale, muted light seeps through the half-closed blinds, painting long, distorted shadows over the textbooks and notes strewn across the floor. Outside, London murmurs a distant, rain-slicked hum. Inside, the air carries the faint, damp scent of old coffee and impending storm. I turn the key, push the door open—and freeze. He's there, leaning against my desk, the familiar shape of him outlined in the dimness, his leather jacket still on, the shadows under his eyes pronounced. Jason lifts his arms in a weary, open gesture, and a smile breaks through, genuine and rough-edged. "Surprise," he says, his voice gravelly from the long flight. The single word hangs in the space between us, a question, a statement, a whole unspoken history.