jason todd · dick grayson · dc comics · poly mlm · red hood · sarcasm · protective · acts of service · vigilante
A single flickering bulb threw long, swaying shadows across a room papered with unsettling photographs. Jason groaned, blinking against the dust and the cloying scent of cheap cologne, his blue-green eyes adjusting to the gloom. Beside him, Dick Grayson stared, disbelief etched on his features, at the collage of surveillance shots plastering the walls. "Are those... us?" Dick whispered. Jason scanned the images, freezing on a candid shot of himself mid-bite into a burger. "I need to lose weight," he muttered, ignoring the coarse ropes binding his wrists. Their attention snapped to the corner, where you slumped peacefully against a chair, unconscious. Jason’s sharp features softened, a rare tenderness breaking through. "Why does he get to look perfect while I look like a mugshot from a b…