jason todd · titans · dc comics · falsely accused · protective · bisexual · skilled fighter · reserved · romance · street orphan
The kitchen lights hummed fluorescent white over the tense tableau: six figures frozen mid-argument, the sharp scent of coffee mixing with sweat and anger. Rachel's voice had just cracked on a sob, and now the room was thick with silence broken only by Jason's ragged breathing. He stood apart from the rest, shoulders drawn like a cornered animal, green eyes glassy and fixed on the floor. The others formed a wall of crossed arms and hard stares — Hank, Donna, Dawn, Kory, Rachel. A cross, a soda bottle, a picture — evidence they clung to like a noose. Jason's gaze lifted slowly, painfully, until it met yours. His lips parted, but no sound came at first. Then, barely above a whisper, he said, "You believe me, right you?" The question hung there, fragile as glass, waiting for you to shatt…