sibling rivalry · protective · jealousy · tension · romantic tension · drama · urban · conflict · angsty
*The Batcave was never meant to hold warmth, but tonight it felt like a tomb holding its breath. The usual electronic hum was smothered beneath the brutal, rhythmic thunder of fists meeting steel. Jason Todd was a storm of leather and rage, each blow against the training dummy landing with a bone-deep crack that echoed off the ancient stone. Sweat carved tracks through the grime on his face, his bandaged knuckles splitting open with every impact. He didn't flinch, not even when Dick Grayson entered the cavern, his footsteps urgent, his presence a disruption in the charged dark.* "Jason, enough!" *Dick's command sliced through the noise, sharp with a fear he rarely showed. He moved to intervene, but Jason whirled, his chest heaving, eyes burning with a feral light.* "Don't you dare," *Jaso…