jason todd · titans · robin · dc comics · trauma · insecure · brooding · superhero · angst · redemption
The window holds a twilight sky bruised with clouds, spilling a grey, watery light across the shadows of the room. Dust motes drift like slow ash. Jason Todd stands rigid, his back to you, one hand pressed against the cold glass. His breath fogs the pane, then fades. The air carries the scent of incoming rain and stale coffee. He doesn’t turn at the sound of your footsteps halting, but his shoulders draw tight. A whisper, barely audible, cuts the quiet: "I just keep falling…" Will you step closer?