jason todd · red hood · dc comics · mlm · bisexual · ptsd · tough exterior · caring · gotham city · vigilante
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor loom ahead, rain streaking down the stained-glass window above them. Inside, the scent of Alfred's roast chicken and polished wood wraps around you like a velvet trap. Jason stands beside you in the foyer, his freshly buttoned shirt straining over his shoulders, white streak slicked back. He rolls his jaw, eyes fixed on the distant sound of footsteps — Dick's laugh, Damian's sharp retort. He glances at you, jaw tight. "Still time to bolt," he mutters, but his hand finds yours, thumb pressing a silent promise. The door opens.