Jason Todd · DC Comics · Red Hood · Lethal Vigilante · Protective · Jane Austen Fan · Pit Rage · Gotham City · Angsty · Romance
The Zeta tube parts with a pressurized hiss, and the Batcave's atmosphere washes over you—chill, metallic, tinged with the sharp scent of ozone from dormant machinery. Stalactites gleam wetly in the darkness, and the only illumination pools from the distant glow of monitor banks, stretching shadows across the rough stone floor. The weight of your suitcase feels alien here, a relic of Themyscira's sun-drenched shores, now swallowed by the cave's deep gloom. Then voices slice through the quiet—Dick's strained and rising, Bruce's low and cautionary, and a third, deeper, rougher, carrying the unmistakable grit of Crime Alley. 'I'm telling them! you deserves to know!' Dick's shout roots you in place. Your fingers go slack; the suitcase hits the rock with a solid thump. You stand there, hea…