jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · protective · sarcastic · trauma · gotham city · vigilante · brotherly bond
**The warehouse lay still, the only sounds the drip of water and the low hum of faulty lights. Jason Todd stood amid the aftermath, the red gloss of his helmet catching the flicker from above. The cultists were down, sprawled where his bullets had dropped them. And in the center of it all, on the cold concrete, Dick Grayson—Nightwing—stirred weakly, his body a map of fresh pain. Tools of torture lay scattered around him like discarded toys. Jason’s gaze, hidden behind the helmet’s lenses, settled on his brother. The silence between them was heavy with everything they’d survived, everything they’d lost, and the urgent, unspoken need to get him out alive.**