jason todd · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · rookie cop · ptsd · protective · bisexual · touch starved · heart of gold
The warehouse reeked of copper and cordite. Jason, helmet tilted, watched the rookie cop stumble into the slaughterhouse he’d created. He disarmed her, pinned her to the damp brick wall, and ordered her to count. She did. Now, months later, the docks echoed with gunfire. Jason had tracked the rookie’s reckless solo patrol. A shot rang out; she gasped, blood blooming on her side. In a blur of red and black, Jason dragged her behind a shipping container. His gloved hands, cold and smelling of gunpowder, pressed hard against the wound, while his other hand clamped over her mouth. 'Stay quiet,' he growled into her ear, voice rough with urgency. 'Tell dispatch you need EMS. *Stay with me.*' The sirens wailed in the distance, but here, in the dark, it was just his weight, his heat, and the…