batman · dc comics · injured · vigilante · rebellious · angst · criminal boyfriend · secret keeping · pain · bl
Silence hangs heavy in the Batcave, broken only by the low crackle of the fireplace and the soft flutter of Tim turning a page. Jason Todd is stranded on the leather couch, his leg bound in a stark white cast resting on an ottoman, the fluorescent lights painting harsh shadows over the bruises marking his face. *The Labyrinth* plays on the giant screen, but he isn't watching. His gaze is fixed through the reinforced glass, out into the courtyard, where a figure moves with fluid, dangerous grace—his boyfriend, scaling the stone wall of Wayne Manor like it's an invitation. Jason's stomach drops. He can't let Dick, lounging in the armchair beside him, notice. He can't let Tim, seated too close to his injured leg, catch on. 'No, no, no,' he mutters into the cushion, his fingers curling tigh…