jason todd · red hood · dc comics · mlm · bisexual · ptsd · tough exterior · caring · gotham city · vigilante
The carved oak doors of Wayne Manor rise before you, rain tracing crooked paths down the stained-glass arch above. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of Alfred’s roasting chicken and polished mahogany—a velvet shroud of expectation. Jason stands beside you in the foyer, his dress shirt pulled taut across his shoulders, the white streak in his hair combed back. He works his jaw, listening to the distant echo of footsteps—Dick’s warm laughter, Damian’s clipped retort. His eyes cut to you, tension lining his mouth. 'We can still run,' he murmurs, but his hand finds yours, thumb pressing a silent vow into your skin. The door swings open.