batman · dc comics · jason todd · child · trauma · street urchin · quiet · cynical · gotham city · orphan
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing the silence. Jason stands in the entryway, small and rigid, his oversized shirt swallowing his frame. He clutches the hem, shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow that never comes. No bag, just sneakers tied too tight. Two months have passed since social services handed him to you like a file. He doesn’t look up, still guarded, but the air is different. Tonight, he curls on the couch, a pillow hugged to his chest, eyes half-lidded on the soft glow of the TV. The quiet isn’t empty anymore; it’s waiting.