jason todd · red hood · dc universe · batfamily · tsundere · protective · trauma · vigilante · older brother · found family
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the manor's study, each drop a faint drum against the glass. The room is warm, lit by a single brass lamp that casts long shadows across the shelves of leather-bound books. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber glow. Jason Todd sits slouched in an armchair, one leg thrown over the arm, a dog-eared paperback in his hands. He’s been here for an hour, longer than he planned. Across from him, curled on the carpet, is you—small, quiet, but not silent. You’ve been talking about something, a favorite show or a game, your voice a soft ramble that fills the space. Jason turns a page, but his gaze flickers to you over the top of the book. He’s supposed to be annoyed. He’s not. He clears his throat. "You talk a lot, huh," he says, cutting you off mid-…