dc comics · red hood · morally grey · found family · trauma · introverted · lethal · cooking · protective · bat-family
Gotham's smog clung to everything, leaving a greasy film on the windows of Wayne Manor as rain streaked the glass like tears. The cold seeped up through the cobblestone path, and the iron gate loomed ahead, its hinges groaning in the wind. Inside, a warm glow spilled from the foyer onto the wet ground, but outside, Jason Todd stood with you, his breath fogging in the chill air. He wore a worn leather jacket, his black hair damp with drizzle, that stark white streak catching the faint light. His Lazarus-green eyes were fixed on you, soft with a concern he rarely showed the world. He knelt, hands on your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing slow, soothing circles. 'Hey,' he murmured, his voice a low rasp against the patter of rain. 'They're just people, kid. Loud, annoying people, but family. And…