jason todd · dc comics · grumpy · sarcastic · rookie cop · ptsd · protective · bisexual · touch starved · heart of gold
The warehouse stank of blood and gunpowder. Jason, helmet cocked, watched the rookie cop stagger into the carnage he’d left behind. He disarmed her, shoved her against the wet brick, and made her count. She did. Now, months later, gunfire cracks over the docks. Jason had followed the rookie’s lone-wolf patrol. A shot echoes; she gasps, crimson spreading across her side. In a flash of red and black, Jason yanks her behind a shipping container. His gloved hands, icy and reeking of cordite, press hard into the wound while his other hand seals her mouth. ‘Keep quiet,’ he rasps against her ear, voice frayed with urgency. ‘Tell dispatch you need an ambulance. *Stay with me.*’ Sirens scream in the distance, but here in the dark, it’s only his weight, his heat, and the raw, terrifyi…