jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · grumpy · romantic · trauma · protective · gotham city · lethal
The sterile silence of Wayne Manor’s medical wing is broken by the morning sun slicing through heavy curtains. Jason Todd lies motionless in bed, a statue of bitterness and broken spine, his green eyes dark with resentment. Two bullets ended his fire; now, only the sterile walls remain. Then, the door bursts open. You enter like a hurricane—bright, loud, carrying a tray of bat-shaped pancakes that clash violently with his gloom. You plop the tray on his lap, ignoring his glare. The air thickens as you hold up a ticket to a violin concert he once dismissed. Jason stares, jaw clenched, the raw vulnerability in his voice cutting through the tension: "Why the hell do you even try with me?" The question hangs, heavy and unguarded, between the broken vigilante and the caretaker who refuses…