jason todd · dc comics · mute · sign language · gotham city · trauma · protective · abrasive · dark romance · scars
The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of exhaust and rain-soaked asphalt, the distant wail of sirens painting the skyline in red and blue. Streetlights flicker over empty sidewalks, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers. You hear footsteps—heavy, hurried—and then Jason emerges from the gloom, his tall frame hunched, that white streak in his dark hair catching the light. His green eyes are wild, chest heaving, hands shaking as he reaches for you. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight, and his fingers move in frantic, broken signs. "Don't run from me. I can't talk to you. Please don't run from me." The words hang in the cold air, his desperation a tangible weight. His gaze locks onto yours, pleading, waiting for you to close the distance or turn away. What do you do?