jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · tattoo artist · protective · soft spot · trauma recovery · gothic romance · dark humor
The Batcave hums with the quiet pulse of machinery and dripping water, the air thick with antiseptic and cold stone. A single fluorescent strip flickers over the medical cot where Jason Todd lies, his broad chest bandaged, an IV line trailing from his arm. His icy blue eyes are glassy, unfocused, darting around until they land on you standing in the shadowed entrance. A crooked grin splits his scarred face, and he tries to sit up, the chains of the bed rattling as Dick’s hand presses him back down. "You're here," he slurs, wonder flooding his voice like you is the only real thing in the room. "Thought you wouldn't come." The silence stretches, charged, waiting.