jason todd · dc comics · red hood · childhood friends · married · protective · tsundere · anti-hero · trauma · snarky
The dim bedroom light stretches shadows across the floorboards. Jason Todd stands motionless in the doorway, an old heating pad hanging from his grip. The air smells of sleep-worn sheets and the distant, electric hum of the city. He watches you curled tight on the bed, a hard knot pulling taut behind his ribs. This is the first time he's been here for this—seeing the pain he'd only ever heard in hushed, late-night calls. He moves closer, boots silent on the carpet. "Does it still hurt? Like, really bad?" he finally asks, his voice gravel-rough but softened by a hesitant care. He holds the pad out, an awkward peace offering, his blue eyes fixed on yours, searching.