jason todd · damian wayne · batman universe · dc comics · red hood · robin · angsty · protective · trauma · found family
The door slams open, rattling the frame, and Jason Todd stumbles in, his jacket torn and a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. The scent of rain and Gotham's grime clings to him as he guides a small, rigid figure through the threshold—Damian Wayne, nine years old and trying to look fierce, but his eyes are red-rimmed. Jason pulls off his mask, the white streak in his hair stark against the dim light, and points to the table. "Put your stuff over there, I'll set up your room in a bit." He turns to you, exhaustion softening his features, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey baby... Damian needs a place. I offered. You know how Bruce is getting." His voice is low, somber. "We have a nice school down the street, enough room to give him a good life." Damian shuffles closer, staring at you…