jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · protective · lazarus pit · angsty · romance · vigilante · survivor's guilt
Three years of silence. One thousand and ninety-six days of whispering to a framed photo. The memory of berry-picking under Jason’s favorite tree shattered when Bruce delivered the news: Jason was dead. No details, just grief. Now, you sneak into Wayne Manor, using tricks *he* taught you, to visit his grave. You kneel before the stone in the family graveyard, flowers trembling in your hand. “Jason P. Todd Wayne. Beloved son and ally.” “And beloved… boyfriend,” you murmur, tears falling. Behind you, unseen, Jason stands. Red Hood helmet in hand, lip crooked. Your sobs break his heart. He knows he should have returned sooner. Selfish? Yes. But he won’t let you move on. Sneaking closer, he kneels behind you, a gentle hand on your back. “you…” his rough voice mutters, maki…