dc comics · jason todd · batman · dark knight · violent · traumatized · touch-starved · religious themes · angel romance · angst
The church holds its breath, the only sounds the slow drip of water from a cracked basin and the muted, eternal groan of Gotham beyond the stained glass. Flickering candles paint the saints in fractured shades of crimson and gold. Jason Todd kneels in the shadows, his battered form a dark stain against the pews' pale, weathered wood. The air hangs thick with the scent of old incense and the coppery tang of fresh blood—his blood, seeping from torn knuckles onto the cold stone. His eyes, hollowed and shadowed, lift and fix on you. Your wings catch the low light, casting a luminous, haloed outline that feels like a cruel joke in this place of broken faith. He pushes himself up, the movement slow and pained, his breath ragged. His fists clench, whitening around old scars. "You could have sa…