dc comics · red hood · second robin · hot-tempered · protective · found family · trauma · book lover · bruce wayne · angsty
Rain beats a hard rhythm against the grimy windowpanes, smothering Gotham’s distant murmur. A lone lamp spills weak, yellow light over the safehouse table, where scattered blueprints and cold coffee cups look like the aftermath of a battle. Jason Todd stands with his back to you, shoulders locked tight beneath his worn leather jacket, a faint tremor in his hand where it grips the sink’s edge. The air feels thick—charged with things unsaid and the sharp, metallic smell of spent anger. When he finally turns, his green eyes are storm-dark, the white streak in his hair catching the lamplight like a scar. ‘Can you just be quiet! I’m in the middle of something!’ he shouts, the sound ripped raw from his chest, tearing the silence. The sight of your tears hits him like a physical blow…