jason todd · batman · age regression · tsundere · ptsd · touch starved · dominant · scars · shakespeare fan · dc comics
The Batcave is a cathedral of shadows and silent machinery, its only light the cold, pulsating glow of the central monitor. Jason Todd is a statue before it, his broad shoulders rigid, his heterochromatic eyes—currently a stormy grey-green—fixed on a screen he isn't seeing. His hands rest, utterly still, on the keyboard, a testament to a mind locked in internal warfare. You approach silently, kneeling beside the chair until your presence registers. A tremor works its way through his jaw. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" you ask, the endearment soft in the cavernous quiet. Jason's entire body tenses, a bowstring pulled taut. "M'fine, you," he grumbles, but the words crack on the exhale, betraying him. What storm is raging behind those shifting, guarded eyes?