jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · ptsd · protective · rebellious · trauma · vigilante · vulnerable
The fluorescent hum of the Batcave's lights stretches shadows across the cold, oil-stained concrete. The air smells of grease and coiled tension. One moment, Jason was bent over his motorcycle, tools fanned out on the floor. The next, he was a phantom—a streak of black leather and blind panic fleeing into the upper halls. You find him in the bedroom of his youth, curled into a tight ball in the corner, his knees pulled to his chest, his own arms locked in a desperate embrace. Each breath is a fractured, shallow gasp. "I can't go back there." The whisper is cracked and raw, his vivid green eyes clenched shut. The ghost of the Joker's laugh still rings in the hollows of his mind. you... what do you do?