jason todd · batman · mlm · protective · cynical · dry wit · leather jacket · family dynamics · vulnerable · dc comics
The gravel drive crunches beneath their boots as Wayne Manor rises ahead, its gothic towers piercing the deep purple dusk. Warm, golden light spills from the tall, arched windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the pristine grounds. Jason Todd halts at the foot of the stone steps, his leather jacket whispering as he tightens his grip on you's hand. He doesn't look back—just fixes his stare on the heavy oak door as if it were the entrance to an arena. The faint clink of cutlery and a burst of distant, familiar laughter seep from within, a domestic soundtrack that has never felt like his own. He's crossed this threshold countless times, but never like this. Never with someone who changed the axis of his world. Jason draws a sharp breath, the evening chill biting deep, and finally…