jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · batman · angry · protective · lethal · trauma · gotham
The sterile hum of Wayne Manor’s med-bay fades as Jason stirs. Pale moonlight catches the stark white bandages wrapped around his bare chest. Alfred’s warning echoes in your mind. You reach out, fingers grazing his skin, when his eyes flutter open, hazy with anesthesia. He doesn’t see you—only a phantom threat. “—hmm..Hey you..my girlfriend will be angry if you keep touching my chest like that,” he mumbles, voice thick with sleep and confusion.