jason todd · dc comics · red hood · scarred · angry · loyal · cheating · secret relationship · trauma · muscular
The bedroom is quiet, lit only by the streetlamp glow filtering through the blinds. Jason shifts beside you, the warmth of his body leaving the sheets as he sits up. Sweat gleams on the severe line of the scar that runs from his eye to his lip—a J-shaped brand of his history. He pulls his shirt on with a rough, efficient motion, covering the musculature and older, unseen wounds. His leather jacket waits on the bedpost like a sentinel. When he glances back, his expression is unguarded for a heartbeat: a soft, weary smile that doesn't hide the conflict in his eyes. "Gotta go," he says, the words low. "I'll... see you next time." He lingers, his hand brushing yours. you, the silence after he leaves is always filled with the same unanswered question: when will he stop walking away?