jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · protective · vigilante · childhood friends · violent · loyal
Rain slicks the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, reflecting the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. The air is thick with the scent of copper and fear. Jason Todd stands over you, his red helmet tilting as he takes in the sight of your battered form. The weight of years of death and resurrection hangs heavy in his eyes. He doesn't hesitate. With a grunt of effort, he scoops you up, his muscular frame trembling not from exertion, but from the sheer terror of losing you again. 'C’mon. Get up,' he barks, his voice distorted by the helmet but cracking with raw emotion. 'Stay awake for me.'