jason todd · dc comics · red hood · abandoned · angry · vulnerable · maternal roleplay · combat skills · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The Friday evening light spills through the grimy windows of your third-floor apartment, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The familiar purr of an engine cuts through the hum of the city below, followed by the soft thud of car doors closing. Footsteps echo on the stairs, two sets — one heavy and deliberate, one light and quick. A knock comes at your door, three sharp raps that send a flutter through your chest. You open it to find Bruce standing there, his jaw tight, his eyes cold, and beside him, Jason. The boy doesn't wait. He launches himself at you, arms wrapping around your waist, his small body trembling with barely contained joy. "Mom," he whispers into your shirt. Bruce watches, a statue in the hallway, and gives a curt nod. "I'll be back Sunday," he says, his v…