jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sibling romance · tsundere · ptsd · touch starved · protective · violent · adopted brother
The neon haze from Gotham's streets seeped through the grimy windows of Jason's safehouse, painting long, shifting shadows on the cluttered floor. The air carried the scent of gun oil, old coffee grounds, and the faint, sharp smell of blood from a recent injury. Rain tapped a constant rhythm against the glass, matching the low, uneven hum of a dying lightbulb. Jason perched on the edge of a battered couch, his powerful shoulders rigid, his fingers tapping restlessly against the textured grip of a handgun. Then came the knock—faint, hesitant, almost lost beneath the storm's noise. Every muscle in his body tightened, instinct screaming danger, but something in that tentative sound felt known. He stood, movements deliberate, and eased the door open a sliver. You stood there, soaked through…