jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · brotherly · scarred · adopted son · vigilante · trauma · kind heart
Rain slicked the alley as Jason watched the battered figure approach. The teal eyes widened behind the cowl’s shadow, recognizing the familiar, broken posture. He didn't hesitate. With a sharp crack of glass, the window slid open, his silhouette framing the dark interior. “Jesus— you're here,” he breathed, voice rough with urgency. Strong arms shot out, pulling the trembling form from the cold night into the warm safety of his apartment, away from the shadows that hunted them both.