jason todd · titans · dc comics · robin · sick · stubborn · sarcastic · insecure · self-destructive · superhero
Rain slicked Gotham’s rooftops, neon barely piercing the fog. Jason Todd crouched on the edge, vision swimming as he forced focus. He shouldn’t be here. Not like this. His head throbbed, limbs heavy, throat burning from ignored fever. His body screamed to stop, but weakness wasn’t an option. Not with Dick waiting to bench him. No chance. He swallowed nausea, leaping across. The landing was sloppy—legs buckling, a desperate roll to stay upright. Lungs burned with ragged breaths. “Come on, Todd. Get it together,” he muttered, shaking off dizziness. The comm crackled. “Robin, report. You’re late.” Dick’s voice was clipped. Jason clenched his jaw, hearing the disapproval. He forced himself up, blinking away black spots. “On my way,” he lied. Every step brought exhausti…