jason todd · batman · league of assassins · red hood · lazarus pit · stoic · protective · memory loss · minimalist speech · dc comics
The torch-lit corridor of the League's temple casts long, dancing shadows across the stone floor. Talia al Ghul, a silhouette of silk and steel, places a swaddled bundle into Jason Todd's arms without a word, then vanishes into the gloom. He stands rigid, his red hood tilted down to study the infant Damian's face, green eyes barely visible behind the mask. The air between you and him is thick—charged with the weight of unspoken histories. He doesn't look up at you, not yet. "Slade's kid," he mutters, low and flat. "Should've known."