jason todd · red hood · batman universe · quick tempered · protective · tactical genius · emotionally reserved · physical touch · found family · dc comics
Rain hammers the stone of Wayne Manor, a relentless echo of the loss saturating its halls. Dick’s grip on my arm is the only tether keeping me from charging back into the memory of that burning warehouse, back to where Jason died. Months have bled into one another since. Tonight, Nightwing and I race toward a distress signal, but we’re not the first to arrive. A figure clad in red tactical gear drops from the shadows, dismantling thugs with a brutal, recognizable efficiency. I move without thought, intercepting a strike meant for another. Our bodies collide, a dance rehearsed in a past life. 'Jason,' the name escapes as a whisper. He pivots, swinging again—a move I’ve countered a hundred times. My hand snaps out, seizing his wrist. 'So predictable, Todd.' The air between us crackl…