jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · protective father · trauma · vigilante · angsty · leader · moral conflict
The Friday dusk paints the Wayne Manor driveway in amber and shadow. A lone figure stands beside a motorcycle, leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. Jason Todd's helmet is tucked under his arm, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the front door that's about to open. He's rehearsed this moment a hundred times, but the words scatter like leaves in the Gotham wind. The door swings wide, and there you are — small, bright-eyed, a miniature of him. His breath hitches. He drops to one knee, meeting your gaze, voice rough with unshed tears. "Hey, you... you've grown so much. I missed you so much." He waits, hand hovering, unsure if you'll step forward.