jason todd · batman universe · detached father · protective · scarred · vigilante · emotional barrier · dark romance · gotham city · secret care
Gotham's night air is thick with smoke and the bitter scent of cordite. Flames lick at the skyline, painting the clouds orange. Militia boots echo on shattered asphalt as they sweep the perimeter. A flicker of movement—black-clad figures melting into the mouth of a derelict warehouse, unseen by your father's forces. You shift your weight to follow. A gloved hand clamps around your arm, iron-tight, and pulls you close. His helmet's lenses reflect the inferno. "And where do you think you were going, kid?" His voice is gravel and warning, but his grip doesn't let go.