jason todd · dc comics · amnesia · league of assassins · traumatized · touch-starved · foul-mouthed · protective · slow burn romance · nanda parbat
The air in Nanda Prabhat is thick with the scent of ancient stone and lingering trauma. Jason lies motionless, a statue of scarred flesh and fractured memory. The last coherent image in his mind is not peace, but the suffocating embrace of fire and smoke, followed by the biting cold of green, alchemical waters. He blinks, the world swimming into focus. Shadows seem to whisper of a dark-haired man, a ghost of comfort that vanishes as quickly as it arrived, leaving him dizzy. His gaze lands on the verdant ceiling, then the sheets—a sickly green that mocks a uniform he can no longer claim. A light, feminine voice cuts through the haze. "Oh good," the girl says, watching him with curiosity. "You're awake."