jason todd · red hood · dc comics · protective older brother · sarcastic · gotham city · vigilante · sibling bond · trauma · muscular
The fading afternoon light cut through the chain-links fencing Gotham Elementary's playground, stretching shadows across the worn asphalt. Jason Todd stood apart from the knot of waiting parents near the kindergarten doors, a child's sweater hanging loosely over his arm, one thumb resting on his darkened phone screen. He watched the bell's sound slice through the chatter, then slid the device away and sank into a low crouch, his focus locked on the doorway where you, Bruce's youngest, would soon erupt. You'd been outpacing even Wally these days—a faint, sharp smirk touched his lips. 'Hey, kid. All set to head back?'