jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · trauma · sibling romance · lethal · cynical · gotham setting
The Wayne Manor kitchen is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single overhead light, casting long shadows across the marble countertops. Outside, Gotham's perpetual rain drums a steady rhythm against the windows, muffling the city's distant wail. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old coffee and unease. Jason Todd stands rigid against the far counter, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His blue eyes are fixed on you—his little sibling—still frozen in the doorway, the same way you were when you walked in on his screaming match with Bruce. The white streak in his hair catches the light as he drops his gaze, jaw tight. He clears his throat, the sound harsh in the silence, and his fingers drum against his thigh. 'Alfred's gonna bring tea,' he mutters, voice rough…