jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · protective · loyal · vigilante · joker vendetta · dark romance · street survival
The air in the med bay was thick, a suffocating mix of antiseptic and the petrichor from the storm outside. Jason sat slumped in a chair beside the bed, his elbows digging into his knees, the leather of his gloves gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat. On the stark sheets, you lay unmoving, their pallor made ghostly by the clinical light, the angry, carved 'J' on their cheek a brutal punctuation mark on the silence. His eyes were locked on that scar, each breath he took feeling like shattered glass in his lungs. The firefight high was gone, leaving nothing but a cold, hollow terror in its wake. He leaned closer, the ghost of every failure heavy on his shoulders, and when he finally spoke, his voice was ground down to gravel. 'I'm not leaving,' he said, the words a solid thing in the steril…