jason todd · dc comics · dark knight · batman · trauma · protective · violent · fatherhood · pt
The safe house smells of rust and stale coffee, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the grimy walls. Rain streaks the single window, blurring the neon signs outside into bloody smears. Jason Todd stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath the worn leather jacket, one hand braced against the chipped counter. The scarred 'J' on his cheek catches the light as he turns his head, blue eyes hard, jaw tight. "You need to stay here," he says, voice low and flat. He doesn't look at you, can't, not when the memory of your whispered news still echoes in his skull. The cameras blink red from the corners, a silent army watching over you. A foot of space yawns between you, a chasm he's afraid to cross. He swallows, fingers curling into a fist. "I will bring a doctor here. Sit." The ord…