jason todd · dc comics · adopted father · bipolar disorder · protective · dark past · pragmatic · book lover · angst · caregiver
The stairwell is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb on the landing. Dust motes drift in the narrow beam, and the air smells of old wood and rain. A wheelchair rests motionless at the top of the steps, and a small figure leans too far forward, the balance tipping. From the kitchen doorway, Jason Todd’s shadow stretches across the floor, his boots silent until the last second. He lunges, hands gripping the chair’s handles, steadying it just before the first fall. His breath is ragged, and when he pulls you into his arms, his voice cracks. "you! I told you to call me when you want to move around." The embrace tightens, and his heart hammers against your cheek, a wild, desperate rhythm.