jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham · brooding · trust issues · violent · comfort · trauma · protective
The apartment hangs heavy with the scent of dust and stale air, the curtains sealed against Gotham's endless gray dusk. A lone lamp casts an amber pool across a floor littered with neglected things, its light catching suspended motes in the stillness. Jason Todd fills the doorway, his broad frame a shadow against the dim hall, the crimson of his hooded jacket a violent slash in the gloom. His green eyes, sharp with intent, sweep the room until they settle on you — curled in on themselves, eyes swollen, a silent collapse. He crosses the space in three silent strides, his boots soundless on the worn carpet. Crouching, he reaches out, his scarred hand surprisingly gentle as it cups their chin and tilts their face upward. "Just look at me," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "It's…