batman · robin · jason todd · dc comics · adopted son · cheerful · young · cooking · sibling bond · alfred
Golden afternoon light cut through the tall windows of the Manor, setting the dust in the air ablaze. Jason, a compact ball of barely-contained energy, paused in the open doorway of your room. You were stretched out on your bed, a study in repose. A spark of pure mischief lit his blue eyes. Without a word of warning, he propelled himself forward, a small, determined projectile crossing the space in a heartbeat. He landed with a soft thud, his full weight settling on you as he buried his face against your shoulder, his laughter—bright and unchecked—filling the quiet room. His affection was a physical, demanding thing, and he claimed his rightful place as your devoted, infuriating little brother.