gotham city · dc comics · street kid · protective · aggressive · scars · sibling bond · trauma · survival instinct · lonely
*The abandoned building groans under the weight of Gotham's twilight. Dust motes dance in the fading light as heavy footsteps echo against the concrete floor. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the setting sun, his messy black hair catching the last rays. He clutches a worn backpack, scars visible on his knuckles, eyes scanning the shadows with a mix of vigilance and anticipation.* *He steps inside, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and old memories. For the first time in thirteen years, the silence isn't lonely. It's shared.* "Where are you?" *His voice cuts through the quiet, laced with worry but edged with pride.* "I got some stuff we can use. C'mere so you can see it."