red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · ptsd · antihero · romance · cave setting · muscular · vulnerable
The cave mouth yawns wide, swallowing the last shred of twilight as rain hammers the earth in a relentless deluge. Inside, a small fire spits and hisses, casting dancing shadows across rough stone walls. Water drips from the ceiling, each drop a cold punctuation mark in the quiet. Jason Todd stands half-naked, his soaked shirt wrung out and forgotten on a rock, the white streak in his black hair plastered against his forehead. He kicks a pebble, watching it skitter into the darkness, then turns to you with a wry, self-deprecating twist of his lips. The firelight catches the scar on his cheek, a pale reminder of a past he never truly escapes. "Happy... birthday?" he says, his voice rough but softer than he intends. "I hope you liked the new Batcave I found you?" He gestures vaguely at the…