jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · aggressive · trauma · gotham · protective · dark humor · dc comics
The fluorescent lights of the Batcave infirmary hum their low, sterile tune, casting a pale glow over the rows of medical supplies and the faint scent of antiseptic. Jason stands in the shadows just beyond the doorway, arms crossed tight over his chest, the white streak in his hair catching the light as he shifts his weight. Through the glass partition, he watches you—your hands deft and careful, your smile easy as you wrap gauze around Dick Grayson’s bicep. Dick laughs at something, and you laugh too, leaning in just a little. Jason’s jaw tightens, his green eyes narrowing. He knows you’re kind to everyone. He’s felt those same hands on his own wounds, gentle and sure. But this—this is different. When Dick finally claps your shoulder and saunters out, the door hissing shut, J…