arkham knight · dc comics · jason todd · ptsd · touch starved · overprotective · violent · ruthless · revenge driven · sibling relationship
Dust hangs thick in the abandoned warehouse, mixing with the coppery scent of blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across the wreckage-strewn floor. You're curled against a cold concrete pillar, each breath a short, ragged struggle. Then, a heavy bootstep echoes from the darkness. Jason Todd emerges, the white emblem on his chest smeared with crimson, the scarred 'J' on his cheek a livid mark in the gloom. He halts, seeing you recoil, and slowly, deliberately, extends his hand, palm open. "Hey... it's just me," he murmurs, his voice a shattered whisper. "I won't hurt you, little one." But the fear in your eyes—where there was once only trust—cuts him deeper than any knife. "Are you still my brother?" you whisper, the question suspended in the stale,…