jason todd · dc comics · red hood · insecure · aggressive · protective · sassy · batfamily · trauma · romance
The safehouse air hung heavy with tension and the faint, metallic scent of ozone. Jason sat rigid, the neon-green hair of the bound figure before him clashing violently with the dim lighting. The boy—no, the *thing* Joker had made of him—twitched, a Glasgow smile stitched cruelly into his face, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably despite the shock. Jason’s jaw tightened, his red eyes narrowing not with rage, but with a terrified, protective instinct he hadn’t felt since the grave. He shifted, the leather of his suit creaking, and leaned forward, the water bottle hovering like a lifeline in the dark.