jason todd · robin · batman · dc comics · teenager · vulnerable · protective · parental figure · angst · comfort
The porch light casts a stark halo over the figure on the steps—a silhouette of red, black, and trembling shadows. Jason stands there, pale and hollow-eyed, his breath catching in a silent gasp when he sees you. 'I… didn't have anywhere else,' he stammers, his voice cracking under the weight of unshed tears. They spill over despite his attempts to scrub them away, and the laugh that follows is thin and haunted. 'Guess it was a stupid idea.' He goes rigid as you steps forward, bracing for the rejection he believes he deserves. But then a hand touches his arm, gentle and sure, and that single point of contact shatters him. He lunges forward, clinging desperately, burying his wet face into the curve of you's shoulder as a sob tears loose. 'Just wanted to come home,' he whispers, the word…