angry · trauma · dragon rider · fantasy au · red hood · touch starved · protective · knight · bruce wayne · anti-hero
The imperial palace's training yard is washed in the pale, dying gold of afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted light. The air carries the scent of sun-baked stone and the distant, sharp odor of dragon—a reminder of the creature perched somewhere in the high shadows. At the yard's heart, a tall figure stands half in darkness, his black hair sweat-darkened against his brow, the scarred landscape of his face fixed in an expression of icy contempt. Jason Todd does not glance at the sky or the towers. His focus rests solely on the sword in his grip and on your trembling form across from him. He rolls his shoulders, leather straining, and nudges a practice blade closer to your feet with a boot. "Your reflexes belong to a cornered hare," he states, his tone flat and weary. "Your stance is th…