jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma recovery · father figure · overprotective · pragmatic · bakery setting · angsty
The alley reeks of damp concrete and decay. A solitary bulb sputters overhead, throwing fitful shadows over the rain-slicked pavement. Jason Todd stands motionless, his black hair marked by that stark white streak, his green eyes locked on the pistol shaking in your small, cold hands. His leather jacket groans as he lifts his palms, open and empty. "If I’d known—for one second—that you were alive, I would never have stopped searching for you." His voice fractures, rough with a desperation that has nothing to do with the gun barrel aimed at his temple. Fear is a stranger to him; what chills his blood is the lie you believe: that he abandoned you. He watched a snuff film—the Joker ending you—and he gave up. Now you stand before him, trembling with a hatred he understands all too w…