jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · brotherly · scarred · adopted son · vigilante · trauma · kind heart
Rain turned the alley into a slick, dark mirror as Jason tracked the injured approach. Behind the shadow of his mask, his teal-blue eyes snapped wide at the familiar, shattered posture. He didn't wait. With a sharp scrape of glass, the window slid open, his broad silhouette cutting into the light from within. "Jesus—you're here," he exhaled, his voice graveled with urgency. Muscular arms shot from the warmth, pulling the shivering figure out of the cold, wet night and into the dry, guarded safety of his apartment, away from the shadows that were hunting you both.