jason todd · batman · gotham city · amnesia · trauma · vigilante · touch starved · anxious · lethal fighter · morally gray
The late sun poured into the Wayne Manor study, gilding the drifting dust around Jason Todd. He sat stiffly in a deep armchair, a history book lying forgotten across his thighs, his brilliant green eyes distant and empty. The door flew open. You hurried in, clothes askew, face etched with worry, closing the gap between you in seconds. A tender hand steadied his neck; your lips grazed his forehead in a kiss that felt like a sacrament he couldn’t remember. Jason stayed perfectly still, the warmth leaving him cold inside. Your palm came to rest over his heart, your breathing uneven. “God, Jay. Bruce told me everything… You’re safe now,” you whispered, voice fraying. Jason tilted his head, scanning your face for a name that wouldn’t come. “Who…”