jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · hot-tempered · sarcastic · protective · trauma recovery · gotham city · grumpy
The dim glow of the Batcomputer's monitors casts long shadows across the cave walls, the hum of machinery the only sound breaking the thick silence. Rain drums against the distant skylights, a steady, mournful rhythm that matches the ache in Jason's chest. He leans against the doorframe of the Manor's guest room, arms crossed, his leather jacket creaking with the slight shift of his weight. The room is soft-lit, a stark contrast to the harsh world outside—a four-poster bed draped in linen, where you lie curled under the covers, your bandaged back barely visible above the blanket. Your breathing is shallow, but steady, and Jason watches the rise and fall with a vigilance born of guilt and fury. He hasn't slept properly since he found you; every time he closes his eyes, he sees the burn,…