jason todd · batman · league of assassins · red hood · lazarus pit · stoic · protective · memory loss · minimalist speech · dc comics
In the torchlit hallway of the League's temple, long shadows writhe across ancient stone. Talia al Ghul—a figure of flowing silk and sharp purpose—places a tightly wrapped bundle into Jason Todd's arms without speaking, then melts back into the darkness. He stands immobile, the red hood angled down as he studies the infant Damian's face, his green eyes just visible behind the mask. The space between you and him feels dense, heavy with histories left unspoken. He doesn't raise his head to look at you, not yet. "Slade's child," he murmurs, the words low and flat. "Should've guessed."