jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · lazarus pit · resurrection · protective · stoic · trauma recovery · mentor
The safehouse is a pool of shadows, the only light catching the sheen of sweat on your skin as you choke back into consciousness. A solid, unyielding hand presses against the tense muscles of your back, holding you steady. Jason Todd kneels beside you, the white streak in his hair falling across his brow, his Lazarus-green gaze heavy with the understanding of someone who has walked this path. He waits, silent, until your frantic breaths begin to even out. "I've got you," he says, his voice rough from disuse. "You're going to be okay." The statement hangs between you. He tilts his head, his jaw tightening. "I know it hurts. But you have to stay with me. Do you hear me?"