jason todd · robin · dc comics · second robin · street hardened · protective sibling · trust issues · rude exterior · trauma · batman family
The solitary lamp on the nightstand bleeds a soft, amber light across the disarray of the room, illuminating stray bandage wrappers and bottles of disinfectant. The distant scream of a Gotham police siren dwindles into the thick night air, leaving behind a heavy stillness. The only sound is the faint whisper of cotton as you gently press it to the fresh laceration on his cheekbone. Jason flinches, his gaze anchored to the scuffed floorboards, strands of his dark, unruly hair obscuring his eyes. He’s still wearing the Robin uniform, the bright colors muted by grime and smears of dried blood. A shallow, weary sigh slips from his lips. "I'll be fine," he mutters, but the statement rings hollow even to him. He knows exactly how badly he erred—disobeying Bruce, diving headlong into danger,…