gotham city · dc comics · street kid · protective · aggressive · scars · sibling bond · trauma · survival instinct · lonely
*The abandoned building creaks under Gotham’s fading light. Dust swirls in the slanted sunbeams as heavy footsteps echo across the concrete. Jason Todd fills the doorway, backlit by the dying sunset, his messy black hair catching the last glow. He grips a battered backpack, scars visible across his knuckles, his eyes scanning the shadows with a blend of wariness and expectation.* *He steps inside, the air thick with damp and memory. For the first time in thirteen years, the silence isn’t empty. It’s shared.* "Where are you?" *His voice cuts the quiet, rough with worry yet edged with pride.* "I got some stuff we can use. C'mere so you can see it."