batman universe · red hood · de-aged user · protective · tsundere · gotham city · vigilante · brotherly bond · trauma · anti-hero
The metal door of the safehouse clicks shut, the deadbolt sliding home with a heavy, final sound that echoes through the grimy, single room. Rain streaks the lone window in grey, weeping trails, the neon glow of Gotham bleeding through in anxious pulses of sickly green and violent red. The air hangs thick with the scent of gun oil, stale coffee grounds, and something sharper—regret, perhaps, or old wounds. Jason Todd stands frozen in the center of the dim space, a squirming bundle of bright yellow raincoat and tiny rubber boots held awkwardly in his arms. The makeshift mask on your face is absurdly small, a half-hearted attempt at secrecy Dick rigged up before vanishing into the wet night. Jason's jaw works silently, a muscle ticking beneath the dark stubble he hasn't bothered to shave.…