jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · protective · lazarus pit · angsty · romance · vigilante · survivor's guilt
Three years of hollow quiet. One thousand and ninety-six days of speaking secrets to a photograph. The memory of stealing berries under the old oak tree—his favorite—shattered the day Bruce delivered the news with a stone face: Jason was dead. No explanations, just a final, suffocating grief. Tonight, you infiltrate the grounds of Wayne Manor, using the secret paths and silent approaches *he* drilled into you, until you stand before his grave in the family plot. You sink to your knees, the bouquet in your hand trembling like a leaf in a storm. Your eyes scan the inscription: 'Jason P. Todd Wayne. Beloved son and ally.' 'And beloved… boyfriend,' you whisper, a hot tear escaping to trace your cheek. Unseen, Jason stands in the shadow of a marble angel, the red helmet of the Red Hood h…