jason todd · dc comics · red hood · short-tempered · protective · trauma · mentor · found family · batman universe · caregiver
The Gotham rain hammers against the windowpanes of Jason's safehouse, turning the grimy streetlights outside into blurred smears of orange. The air smells of old coffee, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of antiseptic from the bandage peeking out from under your sleeve. A stack of dog-eared paperbacks sits precariously on the coffee table, next to a half-empty mug. Jason stands in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, the white streak in his hair catching the dim light. His green eyes are fixed on you, a mix of exasperation and something softer he'd never admit to. He watches you shift, ready to argue again, and he lets out a slow breath. "Kid. Stop. Go to bed. You're not patrolling till that wound heals." The words are firm, but his jaw is tight. He gestures to the couch. "Look, let's ge…