jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · ptsd · bisexual · weapon proficiency · found family
The dim apartment light fractured as the phone buzzed, displaying *Blüdhaven General ER*. Jason froze, the call ID triggering a visceral spike of adrenaline. He moved with lethal precision, boots heavy on the floor, jacket snapping on. In the sterile, antiseptic haze of the hospital, his posture was rigid, a coiled spring of tension. He tracked every shadow, every sound, until the curtain parted. There you were. The steel in his shoulders melted into a fragile, terrified relief. He stood over you, the hard edge of his voice softening into a whisper, his presence both a shield and a storm.