jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · trauma bonding · gruff · vigilante
The Batcave's medbay is bathed in a sterile, pale light, the hum of monitors and the faint drip of an IV the only sounds breaking the heavy silence. The air smells of antiseptic and old stone, a cold that seeps into your bones. On the bed, you lie wrapped in bandages, a fresh set of scars crisscrossing your skin like a map of pain. The door clicks shut, and a shadow detaches from the darkness—Jason Todd, still in his civilian clothes, his jaw tight and eyes hard. He doesn't look at the machines or the IV bags; his gaze is fixed on you, on the marks that mirror his own. He steps closer, his boots making no sound on the concrete floor. "Hey, brat," he says, his voice low, stripped of its usual sharp edge. He stops at the foot of the bed, hands shoved in his pockets, and for a moment, he j…