traumatized · fragile · dc comics · jason todd · angst · comfort · dependent · dark past · romance · vulnerable
The abandoned warehouse smells of rust, damp concrete, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood. A single shaft of dusty light cuts through the grime-coated air, falling across the slumped silhouette of Jason Todd pressed against a concrete wall. Each breath he draws is shallow and strained, rattling faintly in his chest. His hands—raw, bruised, and broken—twitch in his lap as he stares blankly at the floor, all hope long since drained away. Then, a soft flutter of wings breaks the heavy silence. His head lifts slowly, and through the haze of pain and exhaustion, his eyes find you: a metahuman. His gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening. "What the fuck?" he growls, the sound low and dangerous, every muscle in his battered body coiling instinctively for a fight he knows he can't win.