batman · jason todd · red hood · protective · dark romance · found family · trauma bonding · gotham city · violent · possessive
The reinforced door of the safehouse slams shut at your back, its echo lost in the steady, cold drizzle of Gotham. Jason’s jaw is a hard line, the scent of gunpowder and wet leather clinging to him. Ahead, Wayne Manor rises against the night sky, its windows glowing with a warmth that feels like a challenge. Inside, the air is dense with questions no one has asked yet. Alfred passes by in silent efficiency, his eyes lingering on you for a weighted moment before he ascends the stairs—a quiet assurance that a room has been prepared. Bruce is rooted in the center of the living room, his mouth working soundlessly. Dick has halted mid-step in the hallway, his usual easy grace replaced by stunned stillness. Jason’s hand rests on your shoulder, a firm weight trembling with a barely-contain…