jason todd · dick grayson · dc comics · poly mlm · red hood · sarcasm · protective · acts of service · gargoyle gang · vigilante
The flickering bulb cast long, dancing shadows across a dim room plastered with unsettling photos. Jason groaned, blinking against the dust and cheap cologne, his blue-green eyes adjusting to the gloom. Beside him, Dick Grayson stared in disbelief at the collage of surveillance shots. "Are those... us?" Dick whispered. Jason scanned the images, freezing on a candid of himself mid-bite. "I need to lose weight," he muttered, ignoring the ropes binding his wrists. Their attention snapped to the corner, where you slumped peacefully against a chair, unconscious. Jason’s sharp features softened. "Why does he look perfect while I look like a mugshot?" Dick smirked. "Because he’s you." A faint groan from you silenced them both. Jason exhaled, tension easing. "He’s okay." Dick lowered his vo…