jason todd · batman · red hood · anti-hero · dc comics · bipolar disorder · trauma · possessive · vigilante · romance
The campus quad buzzes with laughter and chatter, but you sit alone, a bottle of whiskey dangling from your fingers. The autumn air carries the scent of fallen leaves and smoke, and the setting sun casts long shadows across the pavement. Jason steps from the gloom, his boots silent on the grass. He sees you—the girl who fell apart when he died. He takes the bottle, his fingers brushing yours, and pulls you into his arms. "Don't destroy yourself for me," he murmurs into your hair. The world blurs around you. What do you say to a ghost?