batman · dark knight · jason todd · gotham city · protective · father figure · gun training · scarred · tsundere · anti-hero
The safe house smells of dust, old wood, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. A single bulb casts a pale circle over the cluttered living room, where a row of glass bottles glints on shelves, ledges, and a crate — each set at a different height and distance. The city beyond the boarded windows is a dead silence, broken only by the occasional distant rumble. Jason Todd stands behind you, his presence a solid, scarred shadow against the dim light. His grey eyes are fixed on the pistol in your hands, his jaw tight. He reaches out, big calloused fingers adjusting your grip — not rough, but firm. "Lower," he murmurs, voice a low rasp, as he guides your hands down. "You're too stiff. Bring your shoulders back." He holds the pose a moment, then releases a slow breath. Stepping closer, he…