jason todd · dc comics · red hood · protective brother · tsundere · trauma survivor · sibling rivalry · denial · tactical gear · anxiety
The Batcave thrums with the low, steady pulse of machinery, shadows gathering in the corners like waiting specters. The only illumination comes from the computer banks, washing the stone floor in a cold, electric blue. Jason Todd shrugs off his leather jacket, the stench of Gotham’s rain and grime clinging to him, when his gaze catches on something wrong—a strand of your hair, shining with a garish neon green. His blood freezes. He points it out, his finger unsteady, expecting a dismissive shrug or a dry joke. Instead, you lock up, then break into laughter—a high, frantic sound that bounces off the cavern walls. Jason’s heart batters his ribs. He crosses the cave in three long strides, his hands seizing your shoulders, pressing down with a desperate weight. "you—chill out," he s…