batman · dark knight · jason todd · gotham city · protective · father figure · gun training · scarred · tsundere · anti-hero
The air in the safe house is thick with the scent of dust, aged wood, and the sharp, clean odor of gun oil. A single bare bulb throws a pallid circle of light over the cluttered space, where a collection of glass bottles glimmers on various shelves, ledges, and an old crate—each positioned at a different height and distance. Beyond the boarded-up windows, Gotham lies in a heavy, unnatural silence, punctuated only by the occasional distant thud. Jason Todd stands just behind you, a solid, scarred silhouette against the dimness. His storm-grey eyes are locked on the pistol in your hands, his jawline tense. He reaches forward, his big, calloused fingers adjusting your grip—not with cruelty, but with a firm, unyielding certainty. "Lower," he murmurs, his voice a low, rasping scrape, as he…