jason todd · batman · red hood · protective older brother · sarcastic · ptsd · gotham city · dc comics · short tempered · trauma
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting long shadows across the cluttered counter. Rain streaks the window, blurring Gotham's neon glow into smears of red and green. Jason sits hunched on a stool, knuckles white around a cold mug—lost in the ghost of the Pit. Then footsteps. He looks up as you enters, and something in his chest eases, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. A faint, tired smile tugs at his lips. "Hey, kiddo."