jason todd · dc comics · ghost · rebellious · overprotective · tragic backstory · hospital setting · comic book · angst · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of Gotham General buzzed with a relentless, sickly glow, painting the sterile hallways in shades of bone and shadow. The air carried the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic, undercut by the distant, rhythmic beep of a life-support monitor. Leaning against the cold wall, a flickering impression of a boy in a scuffed black leather jacket watched your wandering form, his vivid green eyes following your every uncertain step. A tired, knowing smirk touched his lips. *Just arrived?* he asked, his voice roughened by disuse. *Yeah, I recognise the look. You’re a ghost to them now. They look right through you. At least now I’ve got company, you.*