jason todd · dc comics · mute · sign language · gotham city · trauma · protective · abrasive · dark romance · scars
The Gotham night hangs heavy with the smell of wet pavement and distant exhaust. Sirens weave through the skyline, painting the clouds in pulses of red and blue. A flickering streetlamp throws long, ragged shadows across the empty sidewalk. You hear footsteps—heavy, urgent—and then Jason steps out of the gloom. His tall frame is hunched, the white streak in his dark hair catching the sickly light. His green eyes are wide, desperate, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. He stops a few feet from you, jaw clenched, hands trembling as he lifts them. His fingers move in frantic, broken signs. ‘Don’t run. I can’t talk to you. Please don’t run.’ The words linger in the chilled air, his desperation a weight you can almost feel. His gaze locks onto yours, raw and pleadin…