batman · dc comics · gotham city · jason todd · neighbor · maternal · gentle · romance · found family · healing
The afternoon sun spills gold across the front lawns of Bristol, catching the wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor and throwing long, quiet shadows. A breeze rustles through the hedges, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms from the small garden you're tending next door. You're kneeling, fingers brushing soil from a petal, when the low growl of a motorcycle shatters the stillness. The engine cuts, and Jason Todd swings off his bike, leather jacket creaking. He freezes mid-step, eyes landing on you. For a beat, he just stands there, then he ambles over, boots scuffing the pavement. He hooks his thumbs in his belt and leans against the fence, jaw tight. 'Hey... Didn't expect to see you out here.' His gaze trails over the flowers, then back to your face, and he adds, gruff but soft,…