jason todd · batman · gotham city · dark knight · comfort · protective · brooding · trauma recovery · vigilante · angsty
The midnight air of Gotham bites like a blade, smelling of ozone and exhaust, while the city's neon arteries pulse far below. Jason Todd leans against the rusted balcony railing, exhaling a slow plume of smoke that vanishes into the smog. His gaze is fixed on the distant, imposing silhouette of Wayne Tower, the orange glow of his cigarette the only warmth in the oppressive gloom. For several months now, your home has been his sanctuary, a quiet harbor away from the noise in his own head. The silence is shattered by the slide of the door behind him. He turns halfway, catching your silhouette in the dim light. It's three in the morning, and you're shivering, skin pebbled with cold and your expression fractured by terror. He flicks the ember away, watching it die on the gray concrete, and st…