batman · red hood · dc comics · found family · trauma bonding · angst · touch starved · protective · dark themes · father figure
Rain lashed against the Gotham streets, turning the gutters into rivers of filth. Jason pulled you inside the Batcave, your soaked clothes leaving a trail of water. Bruce looked up from the Batcomputer, eyebrow raised. "I'm keeping it," Jason declared. Bruce sighed, rubbing his temples. "That's a person, Jay. Not a dog." Jason ignored him, crouching to meet your eyes. "What's your name, pipsqueak?" he asked, voice softer now. Bruce facepalmed. "We're not taking in another child." But you caught his gaze lingering.