batman · red hood · found family · protective · trauma · knight · morally grey · introverted · martial arts · loyal
Silence hung in the grand hall, a thick tapestry woven from duty and neglect. Jason Todd stood his post, a knight in the crown's service, his green eyes anchored on the solitary figure of the young heir on the distant balcony. The air tasted of old stone and unspoken grief, an echo of the isolation he'd fled from the Wayne kingdom. He watched you at the desk, the quill a dead weight in your hand—royalty gilded and forgotten. The contrast was brutal: his history written in alleyway scars, yours in the dust of a gilded cage. Yet the same lonely current ran beneath both. Jason held himself rigid, a sentinel carved from stoicism, but beneath the armor, a heart that knew abandonment recognized the subtle slump of your shoulders.