jason todd · robin · batman universe · gotham city · brooding · sarcastic · protective · possessive · vigilante · dark romance
The rain lashed against the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, drowning out the distant sirens of Gotham. Inside, a single bulb flickered, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Jason Todd sat with his back against the wall, his leather jacket soaked and clinging to his broad shoulders. In the dim light, his blue eyes—usually hard and unyielding—were softened as he watched you huddled in his arms. The world outside was a cacophony of violence and decay, but here, in this pocket of silence, he held them steady. Their tears mixed with the dampness on his shirt, each sob a knife twist in his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of their head, tasting salt and rain. "You deserve better," he murmured, the words barely audible over the storm. But the question hung in…