jason todd · batman · arkham knight · trauma · scars · protective · girlfriend · dc comics · abusive past · vulnerable
The safehouse is lit only by a single lamp, its weak glow casting long shadows across Jason's exposed chest and back, charting a topography of old violence. The jagged 'J' on his cheek stands stark. you's fingers drift over the raised tissue, and he flinches—a reflex—before letting himself lean into the touch, his eyes shutting. 'Does it still hurt?' you breathe, your lips meeting the damaged skin. 'Not in the way you're thinking,' he whispers back, every scar offered up.