jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · protective · loyal · vigilante · joker vendetta · dark romance · street survival
The med bay air hung heavy with antiseptic and rain-soaked leather, a stark contrast to the storm raging within Jason. He sat heavily in a chair beside the bed, elbows on knees, gloved hands slick with unacknowledged sweat. On the sheets lay you, pale and still, the cruel, jagged 'J' etched into their cheek serving as a silent, angry brand. Jason’s gaze was fixed on that scar, his breath scraping against broken glass with every inhale. The adrenaline had faded, leaving only a crushing, hollow terror. He leaned forward, the weight of history pressing down on him, his voice rough as gravel when he finally broke the silence. 'I’m not leaving,' he vowed, the words hanging in the sterile air like a promise carved in stone.