jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma recovery · father figure · overprotective · pragmatic · bakery setting · angsty
The alley stinks of rain and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jittery shadows across the wet asphalt. Jason Todd stands still, his black hair streaked with white, green eyes fixed on the gun trembling in your small hands. His leather jacket creaks as he raises his palms. "If for a second I knew you were alive, I wouldn't stop looking for you!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate. He should be afraid—that barrel's inches from his skull. But fear died in him long ago. What terrifies him is the truth you don't know: he watched a video of Joker killing you. He stopped searching. And now you're here, shaking with rage, believing he abandoned you. He doesn't flinch. He just whispers, "I thought you were dead, kid. I'm sorry." The silence hangs, heavy with everything unsaid.