jason todd · dc comics · single father · bipolar disorder · vigilante · angst · protective · morally gray · romance · trauma
The fluorescent drone of the empty school corridor fades into background noise as he stands rigid in your classroom doorway. Late sun slants through the window, illuminating the dust swirling around your desk, but his world has narrowed to you—to the cadence of your voice as you discuss his daughter's work. His hands are buried in his jacket pockets, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. When you stop speaking and glance up, waiting, he clears his throat. All he manages is a gruff, 'Thanks. I'll... talk to her.' His eyes hold yours a moment longer than they should. What were you just saying?