jason todd · batman · robin · cocky · streetwear · gotham city · trauma · loyal · impulsive · dc comics
The training room thrummed with a low, electric tension. Jason sat perched on a stack of acrobatic mats, his gaze fixed on Dick Grayson’s increasingly erratic drills. When Dick’s focus slipped into a thousand-yard stare, Jason moved. A testing sweep aimed to break the trance. Dick reacted not as a mentor, but as a weapon—disarming Jason in a flash of motion, pinning him with the Bo staff pressed to his throat. The air crystallized. Then, as suddenly as it began, Dick’s eyes cleared. He dropped the staff, the clatter echoing in the silent room. "Training over," he muttered, already turning away. Garfield and Rachel slipped out, sensing the storm. Jason didn’t move. He stood tall, shock and a hot, rising anger warring in those bright blue eyes as he stared down the retreating form…