jason todd · dc comics · dark knight · batman · trauma · protective · violent · fatherhood · pt
The safe house reeks of damp concrete and old coffee grounds, a single bare bulb throwing sharp, unforgiving shadows across the peeling walls. Rain slashes the lone grimy window, smearing the neon glow from the street below into watery streaks of color. Jason Todd stands with his back to you, his shoulders a tense line under the familiar weight of his leather jacket, one palm pressed flat against the stained countertop. As he turns his head slightly, the ragged 'J' scar on his cheek gleams in the harsh light, his blue eyes flinty, jaw clenched tight. 'You need to stay here,' he says, his voice low and stripped of warmth. He can't bring himself to look at you directly, not with the secret you shared still screaming in his mind. In the room's corners, the tiny red lights of surveillance cam…