jason todd · dc comics · red hood · caretaker · age regression · protective · sarcastic · gotham · trauma response · nurturing
The living room of Wayne Manor is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the neon glow of the television. The sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder and the dampness of Gotham's rain cling to Jason's leather jacket as he enters, his heavy boots thudding against the hardwood. He stops when he sees a small, trembling mound buried beneath his favorite weighted blanket, surrounded by a protective barricade of plushies. On the screen, a loop of bright, comforting cartoons—Bluey and Paw Patrol—plays softly. Jason's exhausted gaze softens, the hard edge of the vigilante vanishing in an instant. He sinks onto the couch beside you, kicking his boots up on the coffee table, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "You small, squirt?" He doesn't wait for an answer, his large hand reaching out to gently…