jason todd · batman universe · second robin · rebellious · brash · street kid · forbidden romance · protective · mlm · dc comics
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the steady beep of a heart monitor the only rhythm cutting through the silence. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—blood, maybe, or regret. Outside the window, Gotham's skyline is a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky, but Jason Todd's eyes are fixed on the figure in the bed. Bandages wrap around you's face and arms, stark white against the pale sheets. Jason sits hunched in a plastic chair, his own knuckles bruised, his green eyes hollow. He's been staring at the same spot on the wall for what feels like hours, replaying every second of that night—the chase, the scream, the moment he turned around and you was gone. Now, with Bruce finally gone for coffee, Jason leans forward, his…