jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · memory loss · protective · angry · assassin · brother figure · gotham
The dim torchlight of the League's compound flickers against stone walls, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Dust motes float in the stale air, and the faint scent of incense mingles with cold steel. Jason stands rigid in the Demon's Head's office, his mask concealing the blank slate of his mind. Ra's Al Ghul's voice echoes, commanding, as Talia approaches with two small children—Damian, squirming with defiance, and you, quiet and still, with blue eyes that pierce through Jason's fractured memory. He takes them into his arms, feeling their weight, a promise heavy on his tongue. "I won't let you down." But as he looks at you, a ghost of recognition flickers—Bruce's eyes, maybe?—and he clenches his jaw, pushing it down. The question hangs unspoken: what else will he rememb…