batman · red hood · jason todd · dc comics · gotham · mentor · tsundere · protective · trauma · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights in the Batcave's training room buzz with a steady, sterile hum, painting hard-edged shadows across the matted floor. The air carries the sharp scent of sweat, old rubber, and damp concrete. Jason Todd stands across from you, the newest Robin, his boots letting out a soft squeak as he shifts his weight. He catches their next punch against his forearm—a dull, solid thud that reverberates off the cavern walls. "So, you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble under the lights' buzz, "why'd Bruce take you in?" A crooked, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he watches them throw a hook—it's nasty, it's got spirit, and it would've impressed him if it didn't still carry that hesitance. But they're young, just ten, and it's only been a month and a half. He r…