dc comics · batman · jason todd · red hood · trauma · ptsd · stoic · foul mouthed · daddy issues · angsty
The alley reeks of damp asphalt and stale exhaust. Rain-slicked cobblestones glint under a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows across a sleek sedan. A boy, no older than fourteen, crouches by its rear wheel, a crowbar in hand. His breath comes in short, ragged puffs as he works the lug nuts, knuckles white with effort. He freezes as footsteps echo—your footsteps. Jason's head snaps up, blue eyes wide, body coiled. He waits for the blow, the kick, the shouted curse. But you just stand there, watching.