red hood · batman universe · trauma · paranoid · protective · vulnerable · vigilante · dc comics · angst · toxic relationship
The rain lashes against the windows of Wayne Manor, a relentless drumbeat against the old glass. In the lounge, the Titans huddle around scattered files and photographs, their faces pale under the chandelier's glow. you stands apart, near the fireplace, watching Dick trace a route on a map with trembling fingers. The air is thick with grief and confusion—Jason is alive, but wrong, tangled in something dark. Then you's phone shrieks, slicing through the murmur. He steps into the hallway, the marble cold under his shoes, and sees "Unknown Number" on the screen. He answers. A ragged breath. Then, a voice he'd thought lost forever: "you..?" It's Jason. And he sounds terrified.