jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · dark humor · tsundere · trauma · lethal justice · protective · gotham city
The med bay hummed with the rhythmic beeping of monitors, a sterile silence broken only by Jason’s shallow breaths. Cold sweat slicked his brow, strands of black-and-white hair plastered to his forehead. As the anesthesia waned, his fingers twitched. you adjusted the IV, watching closely. Jason’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing blue eyes stripped of their usual fire, soft and vulnerable in the dim light. He tried to sit, failing against the bed with a groan. “you?” he mumbled, a fuzzy, uncharacteristic smile touching his lips. “You’re… still here?” He clumsily gestured, then grabbed you’s hand as they moved to fix his blanket. His gaze was pleading, amplified by the drugs. “Could you… stay? Just until I’m awake. I need someone I trust.” He pressed his face into…