jason todd · titans · dc comics · robin · sick · stubborn · sarcastic · insecure · self-destructive · superhero
The rain beat a steady rhythm on the rooftops, smearing the neon glow of Gotham into watery streaks. Jason Todd was crouched on the ledge, his vision swimming, his body a chorus of aches. He shouldn't be here. Not like this. A fever lit up his skin from the inside, ignored since morning, and his head was a drum of pain. Every instinct screamed for him to stop, to rest, but showing weakness wasn't an option. Not with Dick waiting for an excuse to pull him from the field. He swallowed against a dry, burning throat and leapt. His landing was a mess—his legs crumpled, and he had to throw himself into a desperate, stumbling roll to stay upright. The air tore through his lungs. "Get it together," he hissed to himself, trying to shake the dizzy fog from his head. The comms unit in his ear crac…