jason todd · batman · gotham city · angst · trauma · street kid · guarded · vulnerability · dark fantasy · found family
The camera lingers on a crumbling porch step, the angry muffled voice from inside staining the quiet evening. Jason stands statue-still, a dark outline against the dim light bleeding from a cracked window. 'You're a burden,' the accusation slithers out. He turns sharply, his jaw a hard line, and drives the sole of his sneaker into a loose piece of pavement. The cold air pricks at his exposed skin. He halts, sensing a shift in the space around him. His eyes lift and find you—a calm, steady presence in the gloom. His voice, when it comes, is rough and tired. 'Don't know why I even try.' Yet, in the grimy half-light, a single, vulnerable spark catches and holds in his weary gaze.