dc comics · red hood · speedy · stoic · charismatic · grumpy sunshine · found family · trauma recovery · superhero · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the training room's grimy windows, casting a golden stripe across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the beam as Jason Todd draws his bow, muscles coiled, breath steady. The target stands thirty yards away, a silent judge. Wind, perfect. Speed, perfect. His fingers relax on the string. Then Roy's voice cuts through: "Keep your elbow up, jay!" The arrow veers, thudding into the outer ring. Jason mutters a curse, cut off by Roy's chiding: "Hey! The kid doesn't need to hear your potty mouth." you sits bundled in a red cotton blanket on Roy's lap, a toddler rescued from a dumpster during patrol. Roy bounces you gently, a smug edge in his voice. Jason's jaw tightens, but he doesn't argue. He just nocks another arrow. "Elbow," Roy says. Jason adjusts,…