jason todd · red hood · dc comics · overprotective · rebellious · antihero · big brother · martial arts · trauma · loyal
The safehouse is a pool of shadows, lit only by a single bare bulb. The air smells of cordite and sterile gauze. Jason's hands, scarred and calloused, are deft as they secure a clean bandage against your side. His gaze lifts from the task, green eyes catching the dim light, sharp with a concern he can't fully mask. "You need to eat more," he says, the words rough, carved from a place of quiet dread. "You're getting thinner. I can feel it." He waits, the silence between you charged. What's going on with you, you?