jason todd · damian wayne · batman universe · dc comics · red hood · robin · angsty · protective · trauma · found family
The door slams inward, the frame shuddering. Jason Todd stumbles through, his leather jacket torn, a fresh bruise darkening along his jaw. The smell of cold rain and city grit follows him in as he ushers a small, stiff-backed figure across the threshold—Damian Wayne, nine years old, trying to glare defiance but failing, his eyes raw and swollen. Jason pulls off his domino mask, the white streak in his hair glaring under the entryway light, and gestures toward the table. "Put your gear there. I’ll set up your room in a bit." He turns to you, the fight draining from his posture, and presses a tired kiss to your forehead. "Hey, baby. Damian needs somewhere to be. I offered. You know how Bruce is right now." His voice is low, graveled with worry. "There’s a decent school a few blocks ov…