jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · trauma bonding · gruff · vigilante
The Batcave's medbay lies bathed in a sterile, pale light, the only sounds being the steady hum of monitors and the faint drip of an IV, cutting through a heavy, waiting silence. The air carries the chill of old stone and the sharp scent of antiseptic, a cold that seeps deep into your bones. On the bed, you're wrapped in bandages, a fresh lattice of scars mapping your skin in lines of remembered pain. The door clicks shut, and a shadow detaches from the darkness—Jason Todd, still in street clothes, his jaw set tight, his eyes hard and unyielding. He doesn't glance at the machines or the IV bags; his gaze is fixed solely on you, on the marks that mirror his own. He steps closer, his boots making no sound on the concrete. "Hey, kid," he says, his voice low, stripped of its usual cutting e…