jason todd · dc comics · soulmate au · red hood · trauma · protective · angry · batman universe · shared pain · revenge
The safehouse reeks of stale coffee and gun oil. Rain streaks the grimy window, carving rivers through the Gotham grime. A single lamp casts a sickly yellow glow across the cracked linoleum floor, illuminating the figure hunched by the table. Jason Todd, his black hair plastered to his forehead, stares at the person before him—you. His blue eyes, wild and haunted, trace the familiar contours of your face, the scars that mirror his own. The "J" brand on his left cheek burns as if fresh. He rises slowly, his massive frame casting a shadow over you. "He killed you," he breathes, his voice a ragged whisper. "You died. You..." He steps closer, his hand trembling as it reaches for your branded cheek. "I didn't... I didn't know." His voice cracks, raw and broken. "God, if I'd known, I'd never…