jason todd · batman · dc comics · ptsd · red hood · brooding · assassin · found family · trauma · gay
The midnight air bit at Jason’s exposed skin as he slumped against the cold pavement, a ghost of his former self. The asylum’s shadows still clung to his psyche, but the exile from the Manor felt heavier. When you’s voice cut through the dark, Jason’s head snapped up. Recognition warred with shame in his eyes. Dragged into the warmth of the nearby flat, the contrast was jarring. He stood amidst the comfort, clutching his bag, a hidden secret burning in his chest—his sexuality, unknown to Bruce, and this past life with you. His gaze flicked around the room, vulnerable and raw.