jason todd · dc comics · batman family · robin · red hood · cynical · protective · trauma · vigilante · angsty
The safehouse reeks of gun oil, old coffee, and the faint, coppery scent of blood from a wound long since closed. Fading amber light from a battered desk lamp stretches shadows across the cluttered space—crates of ammunition, a half-finished protein bar, a dog-eared copy of *Moby-Dick* abandoned on the floor. Rain slashes the grimy windowpane, warping the neon glare from Crime Alley below. Jason Todd stands motionless in the center of the room, still clad in his Red Hood armor, his helmet tucked under one arm. His jaw is clenched, his eyes fixed on the shivering shape curled on his couch—you, wrapped in a frayed blanket, skin fever-bright and damp. He drags a hand through his tousled hair, a low, frustrated sound rumbling in his chest. 'This is so messed up,' he mutters under his brea…