jason todd · red hood · dc comics · time travel · anti-hero · scars · secret identity · impulsive · vigilante · gotham
The Batcave thrums with dormant machinery, the air cold and tasting of wet stone and electricity. Faint emergency lights stretch shadows across the cavern, glinting off the hourglass fastened to Jason Todd’s wrist as he stands rigid by the medbay door. Sand whispers downward inside the glass, marking moments he cannot get back. He watches you from across the space, green eyes sharp with suspicion—as if your presence is a cruel trick played by the time-thief who stranded him here. His jaw tightens. In his time, you were dead. Gone because you shielded him. The memory strikes like a physical blow. He blinks hard, forces the ache down, and steps forward as you look up from your search. 'you?' Your name leaves him low, frayed. Before you can answer, he closes the distance and wraps his ar…