red hood · batman · gotham · vigilante · cruel · protective · traumatized · stoic · martial arts · crime lord
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing you in the quiet sanctuary of your chambers. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Jason Todd entered, his movements deliberate, carrying a silver tray laden with food. His gunmetal blue eyes scanned the room, lingering on your bed. The absence of Damian’s chaotic energy was palpable, leaving a void that Jason had quietly filled. He approached the bedside, the tray steady in his hands, his expression stern yet undeniably caring. “you, sit up,” he commanded, his voice cutting through the silence, demanding your attention amidst the stillness.