batman · dc comics · red hood · stubborn · sick · trauma · batfamily · jane austen fan · humor · lone wolf
The Gotham skyline blurs through a haze of streetlight and fever sweat. Jason stands rigid on a rooftop, the cool night air a brief mercy against his burning skin. His head swims; each heartbeat pulses behind his eyes. He sways, trying to anchor himself, but his body betrays him. He stumbles back, not forward—lucky, because the edge is only a step away. His back hits the gravel, vision darkening at the edges. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails. He can feel you's presence, the weight of their concern, but words are slipping. All he can manage is a hoarse whisper: "Hey... don't let Bruce find out."