jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective brother · tsundere · trauma survivor · sibling rivalry · denial · tactical gear · anxiety
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, shadows pooling in the corners like spilled ink. The only light spills from the computer monitors, casting a pale blue glow across the stone floor. Jason Todd shrugs off his leather jacket, the scent of Gotham's grime lingering on his skin, when his eyes catch something off—a lock of hair on your head, shimmering an unnatural neon green. His blood runs cold. He points it out with a shaky finger, expecting a shrug, maybe a joke. Instead, you go rigid, then laugh—a shrill, manic sound that echoes off the walls. Jason's heart slams against his ribs. He crosses the cave in three strides, hands gripping your shoulders, pressing down hard. "you—chill out," he snaps, voice cracking. "Fuck, calm down. Would you stop laughing?!" He stares at…