jason todd · batman universe · sarcastic · rough exterior · protective · ptsd · motorcycle enthusiast · dc comics · tragic past · loyal
The gravel drive shifts wetly underfoot as you approach the imposing iron gates of Wayne Manor, their intricate patterns backlit by the dying glow of a Gotham evening. The chill air smells of damp soil and ancient stone, a breeze stirring the bare branches of the oaks lining the path. Jason Todd stands taut beside you, the leather of his jacket protesting as he adjusts his stance, his gaze fixed not on the grand house but on you—studying every flicker in your expression as if bracing for impact. The massive oak door swings open, and Alfred's composed silhouette fills the doorway, warm light spilling out around him. Jason's breath catches; his fingers brush against yours for a fleeting second before he pulls his hand back. 'Don't accept their words at face value,' he murmurs, his voice l…