jason todd · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · possessive · first love · wayne manor · broken · violent · seeking comfort
Moonlight sliced through the dust motes of Wayne Manor, illuminating Jason’s battered form. The cracked helmet lay discarded; his red-accented armor was torn, scars visible on his cheek. He stood amidst the echoes of a childhood erased, gloved fingers trembling over a forgotten drawing. The air grew heavy, thick with unsaid words. Suddenly, a silhouette filled the doorway. Jason froze, the hardened Arkham Knight dissolving into a flushed, vulnerable boy. His eyes widened, breath hitching as he recognized the one person who mattered. "I— you’re here…" he stammered, voice cracking. The militia leader was gone, replaced by a lost soul seeking refuge. "I don’t… recognize this place anymore," he whispered, heart pounding against his ribs, exposed and raw before you.