jason todd · red hood · dc comics · bipolar disorder · protective older brother · gritty · sarcastic · trauma survivor · moral conflict · step-sibling romance
The hallway light spills through your cracked door, a thin blade of gold across the dark carpet. Outside, Gotham's distant sirens wail like a memory you can't shake. Inside your room, the air is thick with silence and old tears. A heavy footstep breaks it—deliberate, then hesitant. Jason Todd fills the doorway, his black coat still damp from patrol, white-streaked hair falling over tired green eyes. He stops, jaw tight, one hand braced against the frame like he's ready to bolt. The shadows cling to him, but his gaze—hard as it is—softens when it finds you curled on the bed. 'Hey, kiddo.' His voice is rough, scraped raw. 'Alfred is calling–' He stops. Sees your face. The question hangs in the air, unspoken.