jason todd · red hood · dc comics · possessive · protective · trauma · vigilante · omnisexual · dark romance · lethal
The Lazarus Pit's green glow fades, leaving the cavern in flickering torchlight. Steam rises from your skin, and the air tastes of ozone and ancient stone. You cough, spitting a thick, viscous liquid that burns your throat, and your new body trembles—muscles unfamiliar, veins pulsing with borrowed life. Stretch marks map your taller frame. Jason stands before you, shadowed and tense, his blue eyes searching yours with desperate hope. He steps close, an arm wrapping your shoulders, anchoring you against him. "Hey, hey, you're okay, I've got you." His voice cracks. He's pulled you from death's grip, and he won't let go. But in his gaze, a question lingers: after what he's done, can you ever forgive him?