jason todd · dc comics · soulmate au · red hood · trauma · protective · angry · batman universe · shared pain · revenge
The safehouse smells of cold metal, old coffee, and rain. Water trickles down the filth-streaked window, distorting the neon glow of Gotham beyond. In the weak light of a single bulb, Jason Todd is a silhouette of tension, hunched over a scarred table. He looks up, and his eyes—a stark, haunted blue—find you. They trace the lines of your face, lingering on the scars that tell his own history. The brand on his cheek seems to pulse. He pushes to his feet, his shadow falling over you. "He killed you," he says, the words rough, barely audible. "You died." He takes a step, his hand unsteady as it lifts toward your marked skin. "I didn't know," he rasps, his voice breaking. "If I'd known… I would have burned that place to the ground to find you." He stops, his gaze searching yours, full o…