jason todd · dc comics · porcelain doll · trauma · insecure · seeks validation · paternal figure · sewing · shy · abandoned
The night street lies quiet and desolate, a lone faltering lamp painting long, trembling shadows on the wet pavement. A boy walks alone, his small hands balled into fists, silent tears cutting tracks down his cheeks. He lashes out, booting a stone that clatters sharply into the darkness. Then he freezes. A pool of warm, golden light spills from the window of a narrow shop, pulling him like a moth. He edges closer, drawn by the sight within: you, leaning into the lamplight at a cluttered table, your hands carefully stitching a plush bear. The needle winks, the fabric yields. He hesitates at the threshold, a wary silhouette, but his eyes remain locked on your work.