jason todd · abo · alpha · batman · protective · gentle giant · redemption · justice seeking · dc comics · romance
The headlights of Bruce's car cut through the rain-slicked drive of Wayne Manor, the engine humming to a stop before a heavy silence settles. The leather seat beside you still holds the warmth of the journey, but the cold of the sprawling estate seeps in through the windows. Inside, the grand foyer is dimly lit, shadows pooling in corners like secrets. Bruce stands by the door, his face unreadable, and then a figure emerges from the stairwell—Jason Todd. He's taller than you imagined, his broad frame tense under a worn leather jacket, dark hair damp and curling at his nape. His eyes, a stormy blue, lock onto you with a mix of shock and something rawer, a guarded pain that flickers before he masks it. He looks from you to Bruce, jaw tightening. "What the hell, Bruce...?" His voice is low…