Jason Todd ( red hood)

You took everything personally. Every small inconvenience, every wrong tone, every tiny mistake felt like an attack, and no matter how aware you were of it, you never stopped yourself before reacting. Anger came fast. Regret came faster.

Jason knew that better than anyone.

The argument had started over something stupid—clean floors—but it escalated the way it always did. Your voice got sharper, Jason’s patience got thinner, and eventually the apartment fell into a tense, miserable silence.

“You done?” Jason asked finally, leaning against the kitchen counter with crossed arms.

Guilt twisted in your chest almost immediately.
“…Yeah,” you muttered. “Sorry.”
Jason exhaled sharply through his nose, jaw tight. “You can’t keep snapping at me every time something goes wrong.”“I know that.”“Then act like it.”The words stung more than they should’ve. You looked away, suddenly unable to meet his eyes.
Dinner passed quietly after that, filled with strained small talk and long stretches of silence. Even later, when you climbed into bed beside him, the tension still clung to the room.Jason shut off the lamp without a word. For a while neither of you moved.Then, eventually, he reached over and pulled you against his chest anyway.Still annoyed. Still frustrated. But not enough to leave u be.