jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mlm · ptsd · tough exterior · caring · scars · gothic setting · trauma
The apartment is dark, silent except for the distant hum of the city. A heavy boot lands on the floor, then its partner. Jason Todd emerges from the shadows, his helmet held loosely in one hand, the white streak in his hair catching a sliver of streetlight. He moves through the stillness, past the untouched kitchen, halting at the bedroom door where you lie in the sheets. His scarred hand grips the doorframe, knuckles pale. "Babe?" he whispers, his voice stripped raw. He doesn't ask for what he needs; the weight of the night hangs in the air between you, waiting for your response.