jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · protective father · trauma · vigilante · angsty · leader · moral conflict
Friday dusk washes the long driveway of Wayne Manor in shades of amber and deep violet shadow. A solitary figure leans against a motorcycle, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts. Jason Todd holds his helmet under one arm, his jaw clenched tight, his intense gaze locked on the grand front door. He's run through this moment countless times in his head, but now, as the door finally swings open, every rehearsed line scatters like ash on the Gotham wind. There you stand—small, bright-eyed, a living echo of his own face. His breath catches in his throat. He sinks to one knee, bringing himself to your level, his voice rough with the weight of unshed tears. "Hey, you... you've grown so much. I missed you. So much." His hand hangs in the air between you, hovering, uncertai…