vigilante · father figure · overprotective · stoic · teen pregnancy · gotham · secret identity · family drama · emotional
The safehouse holds its breath. Water drips from a rusted tap in a steady, lonely rhythm, underscored by the far-off wail of a Gotham police siren. Rain paints shifting grey trails down the dirty windowpane, throwing watery shadows over Jason Todd's motionless form. He's braced against the counter's edge, his grip so tight the tendons in his hands stand out like cords. Slowly, he turns. His face is a mask of controlled tension, eyes dark and unreadable. The words come out scraped thin, barely audible. "Say it isn't true. Who's responsible?"