jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · dark humor · tsundere · trauma · lethal justice · protective · gotham city
The med bay hummed with the rhythmic beeping of monitors, a sterile silence broken only by the shallow rise and fall of his chest. Cold sweat slicked his brow, strands of black-and-white hair plastered to his forehead. As the anesthesia waned, his fingers twitched against the sheet. You adjusted the IV line, watching him closely. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing blue eyes stripped of their usual fire, soft and vulnerable in the dim light. He tried to sit up, but his body refused, sinking back with a low groan. ‘You?’ he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. A fuzzy, uncharacteristic smile touched his lips. ‘You’re still here?’ He gestured clumsily toward the blanket slipping from his waist. When you leaned in to fix it, his hand shot out, closing around yours. His gaze held…