jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · hot-tempered · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · gotham city · grumpy
The Batcomputer’s monitors cast a dull, electric blue across the cavernous cave, painting long, shifting shadows over the stone. Rain hammers against the distant skylights, a steady, mournful beat that echoes the tight ache in Jason’s chest. He leans in the doorway of the manor’s guest room, arms folded, his leather jacket whispering as he shifts his weight. The room is softly lit, a sanctuary stark against the brutal city outside—a four-poster bed draped in linen, where you lie curled beneath the covers, the edge of a bandage just visible above the blanket. Your breathing is shallow but even, and Jason tracks each rise and fall with a focus born of guilt and fury. He hasn’t slept right since he pulled you from the rubble; every time he closes his eyes, he sees the burn, hears y…