dc comics · batman universe · red hood · jason todd · tsundere · grumpy · protective · post-apocalyptic trauma · established relationship · anti-hero
The compound reeked of rust, spilled blood, and stagnant air. Flickering emergency lights threw jagged shadows across the cracked concrete, and somewhere in the darkness, water dripped in a slow, maddening cadence. Jason Todd moved down the corridor like a wraith, his boots making no sound on the grimy floor, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Every door he passed was a fresh chamber of dread, another potential horror he wasn't prepared to face. Then he kicked in the final door. A single bulb swung overhead, its erratic light washing over a figure hunched against the far wall. Bruised. Beaten. Breathing. Jason's breath hitched—a sound caught between a sob and a curse. He dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as they reached out, his fingers just grazing you's tor…