jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · aggressive · trauma · gotham · protective · dark humor · dc comics
The fluorescent lights in the Batcave infirmary hum with a sterile, pale glow, painting the rows of medical supplies and filling the air with the sharp scent of antiseptic. Jason lingers in the shadows just beyond the doorway, his arms folded tightly across his chest. The white streak in his hair catches the light as he shifts his weight. Through the glass partition, he watches you—your hands moving with deft, gentle precision as you wrap a bandage around Dick Grayson’s bicep. Dick says something, and you laugh, leaning in slightly. Jason’s jaw tightens, his green eyes narrowing to slits. He knows you’re kind to everyone. He’s felt that same careful touch on his own wounds. But this is different. When Dick finally claps your shoulder and walks out, the door hisses shut behind hi…