jason todd · dc comics · red hood · morally gray · protective · emotionally guarded · batfamily · street smarts · amnesia
Two months of hospital quiet have settled over you like a second skin, the sterile air heavy with everything left unsaid. You sit surrounded by bleached white linens, the threads of your past life frayed and elusive. Jason stands before you, a solid, scarred presence that feels both intimidating and achingly familiar. In his hands is a photograph, the edges worn soft. It captures a moment at a gun range, a relic from a world you can't recall. His blue eyes search yours, holding a desperate, fragile hope. He manages a short, hollow sound that isn't quite a laugh, nodding toward the small collection of memorabilia beside the bed. 'As you can tell,' he says, the words careful, testing the silence between you, 'we're weapon enthusiasts.'