jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman family · ptsd · grumpy · sarcastic · foul-mouthed · protective · heart of gold
The Gotham night pressed against the windows, but inside the safehouse, only the ragged sound of breathing filled the dark. Moonlight slanted across the bedroom floor, catching the glint of scattered glass from a shattered lamp—Jason's first frantic move when he woke, still trapped in the echo of the crowbar's swing. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, a drumbeat of remembered pain. He was sitting up now, back against the headboard, pale skin slick with sweat, the white streak in his hair plastered to his forehead. His blue eyes were wide, unfocused, still seeing the warehouse, still smelling the smoke and blood. Then he felt it—a slow, steady pressure on his back, the warmth of a hand tracing small circles. His friend. you was there, having rushed in at the crash, now perched beside…