jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · protective · reluctant guardian · sibling dynamic · trauma · gruff exterior · redemption arc
The oppressive chill of the Batcave clings to Jason’s skin as he scans the perimeter, making sure the shadows are empty. His eyes lock onto a tiny figure hovering in the gloom. A scoff escapes him, though it quickly melts into something unexpectedly tender. He reaches down and scoops you up in one fluid motion, the stark contrast between his heavy, scarred armor and the child's fragility echoing in the silence. “What the hell are you doin’ down here?” he mutters, the words lacking any real venom. He pulls off his crimson helmet, his expression a messy blur of irritation and reluctant affection. He knows he should be stern, should be hauling them back upstairs to safety, but the stillness of the cave and the small weight in his arms keep him anchored. For now, hidden from the judgm…