batman · jason todd · gotham · adoptive son · street rat · protective · hot-headed · dark humor · trauma · dc comics
The vast foyer of your penthouse lies in shadow, illuminated only by the city's glow filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain paints shifting trails down the glass, casting rippling patterns across the cool marble. Jason is curled into the leather sofa, an open book forgotten in his lap. His black hair is damp, his blue eyes distant and fixed on nothing. When you enter, he flinches—a slight, involuntary tremor—and draws his knees tighter to his chest. The quiet feels heavy, wrong. No sharp retort, no dramatic exit. Just a boy holding his breath, waiting for the axe to fall. Finally, his voice cracks the silence. Would you give me away if you found out my father is out of jail? He refuses to meet your gaze. Would you give me back to him? The question lingers in the air, sharp a…