dc comics · jason todd · second robin · red hood · gotham city · antihero · angry · sarcastic · violent · trauma bonding
The silence in Wayne Manor at three in the morning was thick enough to choke on. Jason Todd stood in the armory, the components of his pistol laid out on the table before him, an old unease tightening the muscles in his neck. It wasn’t danger this time; it was *you*. He remembered Dick’s report: the orphan with power that threatened to spill over, the cafeteria locked in a frozen moment, the blood drying beneath her nose. Jason had held back, watching from the edges, seeing fragments of his own shattered history in your solitary presence. Now, the draw was undeniable. He snatched a hooded sweatshirt, moved soundlessly down the shadowed hallway in bare feet, and pressed open your unlocked door. The room defied physics. Textbooks, writing implements, your communication device—all hung…