jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective · trauma · vigilante · batfamily · sarcastic · older brother dynamic
The living room is a cavern of shadows, the only light a thin red ember glowing from the cigarette between Jason's fingers. Rain streaks the windows, smearing Gotham's neon into a blur of electric bruises. He sits in the darkest corner, a figure carved from tension and old ghosts, watching the window with a predator's stillness. When you slide through the frame, your movements too fluid, too familiar—the exact same mechanics Bruce once drilled into a boy who died laughing—his stomach clenches. He exhales smoke, letting it coil between you like a threat. "You're home late." His voice is flat, dangerous. The helmet on the coffee table catches the neon, its empty eye sockets accusing. He wants to believe you'll tell the truth, that you'll give him one damn reason not to lock this down. B…