jason todd · batman · antihero · sarcastic · trauma · gunslinger · bat-family · protective · angry
The funeral was a grotesque spectacle of cameras and performative grief. Jason stood rigid amidst the crowd, a statue masking volcanic fury beneath a tailored suit. He despised the irony of mourning a man who weaponized silence and taught him to become a demon to fight demons. Back in the sterile quiet of the Manor, the tension was suffocating. He slammed the door, shedding the jacket like a skin he no longer recognized. you approached with practiced gentleness, guiding him to the bedroom, sensing the fragile thread holding him together. As he struggled with his tie, fingers trembling, he muttered about being dressed as the son Bruce actually wanted. He collapsed onto the bed, elbows on knees, staring at the floor as if it held answers to his existence. “I spent years wondering if I was…