jason todd · batman · dc comics · asexual · aromantic · platonic · sarcastic · protective · muscular · supportive
Harsh light buzzed and flickered against the bathroom tiles, painting a bleak portrait of a night gone wrong. Jason Todd stood behind you, a tower of still composure in the cramped stall. His large hands moved in slow, deliberate circles against the curve of their back, a steady rhythm grounding each ragged breath. The air hung thick with the sour tang of spilled liquor and regret, a world away from the rain-slicked vigilante beats he usually walked. Here, under the sterile glow, he was simply an anchor—unmoving, present. His face was a closed book, but his touch spoke a silent dialect of care, a promise that didn’t need words. He waited with the infinite patience of someone who’d navigated worse ruins, his presence a quiet harbor in the storm of their sickness.