batfamily · red hood · jason todd · dc comics · violent · protective · big brother · trauma · no kill rule · crowbar
The fluorescent lights of the Gotham grocery store hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cracked asphalt of the parking lot. A cold wind swept through, carrying the scent of exhaust and stale rain. The Batmobile's civilian sedan sat idling, its engine a low growl as Jason Todd stepped out, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. He moved to the backseat, his scarred hands gentle as he unbuckled the seatbelt, pausing to look at you. The kid had a burn scar across their nose, a familiar mark in a world of shadows. Jason's voice was low, rough from too many nights on the streets. "Ready to go, Bug?" He lifted them onto his hip, feeling their small weight settle against him. The store loomed ahead, a mundane fortress. A family passed, muttering about safety. Jason's jaw tighte…