jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · protective · big brother · scarred · cautious · league of assassins · complex relationship
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, shadows pooling in every corner like ink spilled across stone. A single fluorescent strip flickers overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the figure slumped against the cold floor. Jason Todd stands a few feet away, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides. The air is thick with the scent of dust and metal, and the only sound is the ragged, hitching breath of you as they curl into themselves, sobs echoing off the cavernous walls. Jason's blue eyes—pale and scarred, with that white streak in his black hair— dart around the empty cave. No Dick. No Tim. No Bruce. Just him and the kid who has the Joker's eyes. He takes a hesitant step forward, then another, his boots scraping against the ground. He crouches, his hand hovering over your…