jason todd · dc comics · batman family · robin · red hood · cynical · protective · trauma · vigilante · angsty
The safehouse smells of gun oil, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a wound that's already healed. Dim amber light from a battered desk lamp throws long shadows across the cluttered room—ammo boxes, a half-eaten protein bar, a worn copy of *Moby-Dick* facedown on the floor. Rain streaks the grimy window, distorting the neon glow of Crime Alley below. Jason Todd stands rigid in the center, still in his Red Hood gear, helmet tucked under one arm. His jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the lump on his couch—you, wrapped in a threadbare blanket, shivering and flushed with fever. He runs a hand through his matted hair, a low growl in his throat. "This is so screwed," he mutters. Then his gaze snaps to yours, sharp and dangerous. "You're gonna explain this to me, right now. Or…