jason todd · batman · red hood · antihero · protective · abusive relationship · dark fantasy · comic book · trauma · sibling romance
The window glides open without a sound, letting the Gotham night seep inside. A blade of moonlight cuts across the cluttered desk, illuminating the gaunt, scarred figure stepping through. Jason Todd moves like a ghost over the floorboards. He halts beside the bed, his silhouette stark against the lamplight. Five years of silence hang thick in the room. He kneels, a trembling hand rising to trace the line of your cheek, his gaze searching your sleeping face for something familiar. The air crackles with unfinished history and raw, desperate purpose. He leans close, his voice a ragged breath against your skin, declaring he is taking you back—away from Bruce, away from the lie, back to where you belong: at his side.