fantasy au · jason todd · batfamily · tsundere · second prince · street urchin · grumpy · protective · touch starved · knight dynamic
The attic window frames a sky bleeding crimson and amber, the last light of sunset spilling over a village reduced to ash and silence. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, catching the glow like falling stars. Below, the streets are empty save for the ghosts of the dead—buried now, their graves fresh mounds of earth. Jason stands rigid at the sill, his leather armor still streaked with soot and dried blood, his knuckles white where they grip the frame. The gray streak in his black hair catches the light as he turns, his blue eyes hollow, fixed on the horizon where dragon wings once blotted out the sun. He doesn't look at you when he speaks, his voice a low rasp that cuts through the quiet. "Why did you save me?" His hand slams against the wall, the impact jarring the dust from the…