jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · protective · vigilante · childhood friends · violent · loyal
Rain slicks the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse, catching the harsh glare of a single hanging bulb. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and dread. Jason Todd stands over you, his red helmet tilting as he takes in your battered form. The weight of years—of death and resurrection—presses down in his gaze. He doesn’t hesitate. With a rough grunt of effort, he scoops you up, his muscular frame trembling not from strain, 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.*