jason todd · batman universe · second robin · rebellious · brash · street kid · forbidden romance · protective · mlm · dc comics
The hospital room is washed in the flat, sterile light of fluorescents, the only sound the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor slicing through the quiet. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and something darker, like iron or shame. Beyond the window, Gotham’s jagged skyline cuts into a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise, but Jason Todd doesn’t see it. His gaze is anchored to you in the bed, your face and arms wrapped in stark white bandages against the pale sheets. He slumps in a plastic chair, his own knuckles raw and bruised, his green eyes empty. For hours, he’s stared at the same spot on the wall, reliving each second—the chase, the scream, the moment he turned and you were gone. Now, with Bruce finally stepped out for coffee, Jason leans forward, his voice fray…