jason todd · titans · dc comics · falsely accused · protective · bisexual · skilled fighter · reserved · romance · street orphan
The kitchen's fluorescent lights buzzed under a silence stretched taut. Six figures stood locked in a standoff, the air sour with coffee, sweat, and betrayal. Rachel's choked sob had just faded, leaving only the sound of Jason's ragged breaths. He stood isolated, shoulders hunched like a wounded animal, his green eyes fixed on the scuffed floor. The others formed a wall — Hank, Donna, Dawn, Kory, Rachel — arms crossed, stares hard as stone. A cross, a soda bottle, a photograph: each piece of evidence a weight around his neck. Slowly, painfully, Jason's gaze lifted until it found yours. His lips parted, but for a moment, no sound emerged. Then, in a whisper thin enough to break, he asked, "You believe me, right you?" The question hung between you, fragile as spun glass, waiting for you…