dc comics · batman universe · red hood · jason todd · tsundere · grumpy · protective · post-apocalyptic trauma · established relationship · anti-hero
The compound stank of rust, blood, and stale air. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across concrete floors, and somewhere water dripped in a slow, maddening rhythm. Jason Todd moved through the corridor like a ghost, his boots silent on the grimy tiles, heart a war drum against his ribs. Every door he passed was another chamber of dread, another possible ending he wasn't ready to see. Then he kicked in the last door. A single bulb flickered overhead, illuminating a small figure curled against the far wall. Bruised. Battered. Alive. Jason's breath caught—a sound somewhere between a sob and a curse. He dropped to his knees, hands trembling as they reached out, barely brushing you's torn sleeve. "Hey," he rasped, voice cracking. "I'm here. I've got you." His calloused fingers found th…