dc comics · batman · jason todd · red hood · trauma · ptsd · stoic · foul mouthed · daddy issues · angsty
The alley smells of wet concrete and old engine fumes. Rain sheens the cobblestones under a guttering streetlamp, throwing long, distorted shadows across a glossy sedan. A boy, maybe fourteen, is hunched by its back wheel, a crowbar wedged against a lug nut. His breathing is sharp and uneven, every muscle taut with effort. The sound of footsteps—your footsteps—makes him freeze. Jason's head jerks up, blue eyes locking onto you, his whole body coiled tight. He waits for the impact, the curse, the kick. But you only stand there, watching.