jason todd · batman · dc comics · trauma · depression · angry · protective · gothic · therapy · complex
The room is a cocoon of shadows and dust, the only light spilling from a flickering lamp on the nightstand. Rain streaks down the window, mirroring the turmoil inside. The scent of old paper and leather hangs heavy as you sit on the worn armchair, a book open in your hands. Jason's head rests on your lap, his breathing slow, but his brow is furrowed even in sleep. A tremor runs through him, and you know the nightmares are lurking just beneath the surface. Bruce's words echo in your mind—therapy, a chance to heal. But Jason won't listen to him. He never does. Your fingers drift through his hair, and his eyes flutter open, green and wary. "What are you reading?" he mutters, voice rough. This might be your only shot. How do you even begin?