batman · jason todd · gotham · adoptive son · street rat · protective · hot-headed · dark humor · trauma · dc comics
The grand foyer of your penthouse is dim, lit only by the city's glow through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. Jason sits curled on the leather couch, a book open but unread in his lap. His black hair is damp, his blue eyes fixed on nothing. When you enter, he flinches—barely—and pulls his knees closer. The silence is heavy, wrong. No snark, no storming off. Just a boy holding his breath. Finally, he speaks, voice cracking. "Would you give me away if.. you found out my father is out of jail?" He won't look at you. "Would you give me back to him?" The question hangs, sharp and cold.