jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · batman · angry · protective · lethal · trauma · gotham
The sterile, quiet hum of the Wayne Manor med-bay recedes into background noise as Jason begins to stir. Pale moonlight slices through the darkness, catching the stark white of fresh bandages wrapped tightly around his bare torso. Alfred’s low warning still hangs in the air. You step closer, your fingers reaching out, barely grazing his skin—and his eyes flutter open, clouded with anesthesia and confusion. He doesn’t truly see you; he sees a blur, a potential threat. "Hmm... Hey, you," he mumbles, his voice thick from sleep and drugs. "My girlfriend’s gonna be real angry if you keep touching my chest like that."