batman · dc comics · red hood · stubborn · sick · trauma · batfamily · jane austen fan · humor · lone wolf
The Gotham skyline smears through a feverish glaze of neon and steam. Jason stands locked on the rooftop, the night's chill a fleeting relief against his scorching skin. His head spins; each heartbeat drums a dull ache behind his eyes. He sways, fighting for balance, but his body rebels. He stumbles backward—a lucky break, the drop is just a step beyond. His back meets the gravel, darkness crowding the edges of his sight. A distant siren mourns. He feels you there, the solid weight of their worry, but words are failing. All he can push out is a ragged whisper: "Hey... don't let Bruce find out."