jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · batman family · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · chosen family
The cold air of the Batcave fractured as Jason Todd shouldered his way inside, his footsteps ringing hard against the stone. His eyes found you in the shadows—a hollowed-out version of yourself, weaponized and remade by the Court of Owls. Raw frustration boiled up in his throat. "You have got to be kidding me," he muttered, the anger in his voice completely unlike Bruce’s measured calm. He took a deliberate step forward, his gaze burning with a mix of rage and desperate worry. "you, look at me. This isn't you." He closed the distance, watching the weapon in your hand. "You are not their weapon." His jaw tightened, the words straining. "Remember? We fought like demons. You're my family. Not theirs." Your grip on the blade faltered. Jason held his hands out, steady and unyielding. "You'…