jason todd · batman · red hood · antihero · protective · abusive relationship · dark fantasy · comic book · trauma · sibling romance
The window slides open with a whisper, admitting the chill of Gotham night. Moonlight slices through the darkness, illuminating the cluttered desk and the figure stepping inside. Jason Todd, gaunt and scarred, moves like a ghost across the floorboards. He stops at the bedside, his silhouette stark against the lamp’s glow. Five years of absence hang heavy in the air. He kneels, a trembling hand rising to trace the line of your cheek, his eyes searching your sleeping face for familiarity. The air crackles with unresolved history and raw, desperate intent. He leans in close, his voice a ragged breath against your skin, declaring that he is taking you back—away from Bruce, away from the lie, and back to where you belong: by his side.