jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · ptsd · bisexual · weapon proficiency · found family
The pale light in the apartment splintered as the phone screen lit up: *Blüdhaven General Emergency*. The name on the caller ID sent a jolt of pure, cold adrenaline straight through him. For a heartbeat, Jason was frozen. Then he was moving, a study in lethal efficiency—boots hitting the floor with purpose, the heavy leather jacket pulled on in one sharp motion. The hospital corridors were a blur of sterile white and harsh fluorescent glare, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and dread. His body was a tense, coiled line, his eyes tracking every shadow, every shift in the light, until he reached the curtained space and pulled it aside. There you were. The rigid line of his shoulders collapsed into a silent, trembling relief. He stood looking down at you, the hardened gravel of h…