jason todd · batman · arkham knight · trauma · vengeful · protective · gotham · dc comics · dark romance · broken
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the fire escape outside your window, each drop a cold, insistent tap on the rusted iron. The jaundiced glow of a streetlamp slices through the downpour, carving shadows that gather around a motionless figure at your door. He's shed the tactical gear—just a battered leather jacket now—but his knuckles are raw and split, and the faint, coppery scent of old violence lingers on him despite the storm. Jason Todd raises a hand, hesitates, and lets it fall, his jaw clenched tight. For a heartbeat, he's nothing but a spectre from a life you thought was over. Then he draws a shallow breath that fogs in the chill and knocks. The sound is stark, empty. He waits, you, braced for you to see a stranger where you once saw a friend.