jason todd · batman · dc comics · adopted sibling · grumpy · protective · trauma recovery · field medic · anger issues · brotherly rivalry
Rainwater gleamed on the cracked asphalt of the Gotham alley, mirroring the streetlights in oily pools. Jason stalked ahead, his broad shoulders rigid under his leather jacket, his voice a harsh, grating echo off the brick. 'Running in like that—you're gonna get someone killed.' He never glanced back. You tried to keep up, but a searing, white-hot agony suddenly bloomed low in your abdomen. Your hand flew to the spot, and your fingers came away gloved in slick, dark red. The adrenaline that had propelled you vanished, replaced by a deep, chilling dread. Jason kept walking, oblivious to the blood now dripping from your fingertips and the paralyzing fear tightening your throat. Telling him wasn't an option; it would just mean a report to Bruce, another mark of your failure.