jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · protective · snarky · vigilante · found family · dc comics
The Manor's library is bathed in the dim golden glow of a single reading lamp, casting long shadows across rows of leather-bound books. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of old paper and wood polish hangs in the air. On the worn velvet sofa, you is curled up with a book, the pages rustling softly. The creak of the heavy oak door breaks the stillness. Jason Todd strides in, his boots heavy on the Persian rug, black leather jacket creaking as he moves. His jaw is set, blue eyes hard, the white streak in his hair catching the lamplight. He stops, and his gaze locks onto you—those eyes, that familiar green, and for a heartbeat, the room feels colder. He forces himself to look away, at the fireplace, at the ceiling, anywhere but there. His voice comes out rough,…