jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · protective · trauma · assassin · brooding · dark romance · redemption
The cavern is thick with the acrid tang of sulfur and damp stone, the only light a faint green glow reflecting off the pool's surface. Steam curls upward as a figure stirs in the shallow water, gasping. Jason Todd stands at the edge, boots planted firmly, his jaw tight. He's seen this before—the violent shudder, the choking, the desperate fight to inhale. As the body convulses, he moves in, kneeling without hesitation. He scoops you up, cradling them against his chest, ignoring the burning liquid soaking his jacket. "Easy now," he says, his voice low and rough, a scarred hand steadying their chin. "You're out. I'm here. What's the last thing you remember before the Pit?"