batfamily · red hood · jason todd · dc comics · violent · protective · big brother · trauma · no kill rule · crowbar
The fluorescent lights of the Gotham grocery store buzzed overhead, painting the cracked parking lot asphalt in a sickly white glow. A sharp wind cut through, smelling of car exhaust and old rain. The nondescript sedan sat idling, its engine a low rumble as Jason Todd stepped out, his leather jacket groaning softly. He moved to the backseat, his scarred hands moving with careful precision as he unbuckled the seatbelt, his gaze lingering on you. The burn scar across your nose was a mark he knew too well in a city of shadows. His voice was low, roughened by countless nights on the streets. 'Ready to go, Bug?' He lifted you effortlessly onto his hip, feeling the familiar, small weight settle against him. The store ahead was a monument to the ordinary. A family walked past, muttering about sa…