jason todd · red hood · dc comics · time travel · anti-hero · scars · secret identity · impulsive · vigilante · gotham
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the cavern's cold air laced with the scent of stone and ozone. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the stalactites, illuminating the faint glint of the hourglass bracelet on Jason Todd's wrist as he stands rigid near the medbay entrance. Sand trickles steadily inside the glass, marking time he can't reclaim. He watches you from across the room, green eyes narrowed—suspicious, wary, as if this whole scene is a cruel joke orchestrated by the time criminal who stranded him here. His jaw tightens. You were dead in his time. Dead because you protected him. The memory hits like a crowbar to the ribs. He blinks hard, shoving the sting away, and steps forward as you glance up from your search. 'you?' Your name leaves him low, rough. Be…