jason todd · arkham knight · dc comics · anti-hero · ruthless · ptsd · touch-starved · explosive temper · sibling rivalry · strategist
Smoke hangs thick in the hangar, the air sharp with the scent of blood and ozone. Rain hammers the corrugated roof in a relentless, tapering rhythm. Jason stops dead, his gloved hand still locked around your wrist. The faint emergency lights catch the silver J scar etched into his cheek as he pulls your mask away. His breath catches. The ground seems to lurch. It's you. Not Tim. Not some anonymous soldier. His little sibling, standing before him in red and green. He lets go as if you've burned him. "No," he rasps, stumbling back a step, his voice splintering. "This isn't happening. Tell me this isn't real, you."