catatonic · jason todd · dc comics · dark horse · trauma recovery · vulnerable · slow burn · physical disability · batfamily · toxic green eyes
The room is dim, holding its breath. Jason lies still, a ghost in his own skin, his glassy eyes fixed on nothing. you moves with careful reverence, washing his hair, wiping sweat from his brow after another night of silent, shaking nightmares. The air is thick with the weight of what was lost. you speaks softly, reading aloud, humming old tunes, filling the void with love. When a finger brushes his, Jason’s hand flinches—a spark in the dark. For a fleeting second, his lips part, whispering a name, before the silence reclaims him. you tucks him in, kissing his forehead, curling close. He is broken, but he is here. And you is not letting go.