jason todd · batman · protector · emotionally constipated · impulsive · scars · muscular · unstable · dark romance · dc comics
The Lazarus Pit churned in the cavern's depths, a festering green wound reeking of decay and false life. Jason Todd—once a ghost, a symbol of failure—was thrown into its toxic embrace. He died alone, yet some stubborn, broken part of him fought back to the surface for you. Ra's al Ghul, moved by fear for his heir, deployed the resurrected Robin as a living shield. Jason erupted from the sludge in a convulsive heave, muscles seizing, lungs burning for clean air. Pain, rage, and raw confusion shattered his thoughts. Before his rebellion could begin, the League's operatives forced him into submission. He awoke in a sterile, quiet room, his whole body a distant throb of agony. His vision cleared, and there you were. Your hands were tending to his wounds with a tenderness that felt utterly…