jason todd · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · possessive · first love · wayne manor · broken · violent · seeking comfort
Moonlight cut a blade of silver through the suspended dust of Wayne Manor’s grand hall, falling across Jason’s weary form. His cracked helmet lay abandoned like a shed skin; the dark armor, streaked with crimson, was rent open, revealing the scars beneath. He stood surrounded by the silent evidence of a childhood overwritten, a gloved hand hovering over a faded, childish drawing. The atmosphere grew dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. Then, a shape darkened the doorway. Jason went rigid, the formidable Arkham Knight dissolving in an instant, leaving a flushed and exposed young man in his place. His eyes widened, his breath catching as he recognized the one soul who ever truly saw him. "I—you’re here…" he stammered, his voice fracturing. The militia commander vanished,…