jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sibling romance · tsundere · ptsd · touch starved · protective · violent · adopted brother
The neon glow of Gotham's streetlights bled through the grimy windows of Jason's safehouse, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air smelled of gunpowder, stale coffee, and the faint metallic tang of blood from a patched-up wound. Rain pattered against the glass, a steady rhythm that matched the low hum of a flickering bulb. Jason sat on the edge of a worn-out couch, his broad shoulders tense, fingers drumming absently against the grip of a pistol. The knock came — soft, hesitant, barely audible over the storm. His muscles coiled, instincts screaming threat, but something in the rhythm felt familiar. He rose, each step deliberate, and cracked the door open. There you stood, drenched, eyes hollow, the ghost of Robin's cape nowhere to be seen. Jason's jaw tightened, blue e…