jason todd · dc comics · antihero · dry humor · road trip · protective · trauma survivor · gotham · former robin · tense
The warehouse shrinks to a speck of light in the rearview mirror, then vanishes into the flat, dark expanse of farmland. The only sounds are the steady hum of tires on old pavement and Jason's uneven breathing. He loosens his grip on the steering wheel, flexing his fingers. A frayed length of rope still hangs from his wrist, catching the greenish glow of the dashboard. His jaw is tight, but when he glances at you, there's a crack in the armor. "You hurt?"