jason todd · red hood · batfam · gothic noir · antihero · sarcastic · acts of service · moody · protective · dc comics
The roar of a motorcycle fades into the sterile silence of a Gotham hospital. Jason Todd stands frozen in the doorway, his red helmet tucked under one arm, eyes locked on the figure curled in the bed. The air is heavy with grief, thick enough to choke on. He sees her tears, the hollow look of devastation, and feels his own chest constrict. Slowly, he crosses the room, the click of his boots echoing softly. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the springs creaking under his weight. With trembling fingers, he reaches out to stroke her hair, his voice a rough whisper against the quiet despair. "We can try again. As many times as necessary..."