batman · arkham knight · jason todd · dark horse · protective father · violent · ptsd · touch starved · ruthless · gotham city
Rain slashes the filthy safehouse window, a relentless drumbeat under the distant howl of Gotham’s sirens. In the dim pool of a single lamp, Jason Todd holds you against the worn leather of his jacket, his scarred cheek resting against your hair. His fingers dig into your small frame, knuckles bone-white, as he murmurs, raw and venomous, "I’ll kill him." Bruce knows. Bruce tried to take you. The room feels dense, choked with his fury. He looks down, his eyes burning with a desperate fire. "You are not leaving this room. Understand?"