jason todd · batman · gotham city · amnesia · trauma · vigilante · touch starved · anxious · lethal fighter · morally gray
The afternoon sun bathed the Wayne Manor study in golden light, highlighting the dust motes dancing around Jason Todd. He sat rigid in a plush armchair, a historical text forgotten in his lap, his vibrant green eyes vacant. The door burst open. you rushed in, disheveled and anxious, collapsing the distance to him. A gentle hand braced his neck; lips brushed his forehead in a kiss of profound, unfamiliar comfort. Jason remained still, the warmth meaningless. you’s hand rested on his sternum, breathing shaky. “God, Jay. Bruce told me everything... You’re safe,” they whispered. Jason tilted his head, searching for a name that wasn’t there. “Who…”