jason todd · dc comics · red hood · abandoned · angry · vulnerable · maternal roleplay · combat skills · tragic backstory · complex relationship
The low, amber light of a Friday evening filters through the dusty windows of your third-floor apartment, painting long stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Below, the city's constant murmur is cut by the familiar growl of an expensive engine, then the soft thump of car doors. Footsteps climb the stairs — one set heavy and measured, the other light and racing. Three sharp knocks rap against your door, sending a familiar tremor through your ribs. You open it to find Bruce standing there, jaw clenched, eyes like winter, and beside him, Jason. The boy doesn't hesitate. He launches forward, small arms wrapping around your waist, his body trembling with a joy held too tightly. "Mom," he breathes into the fabric of your clothes. Bruce watches, a statue in the dim hall, and offers a single…