batman universe · retired vigilante · mechanic · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · engaged · dark humor · gotham city · scarred
The bathroom light hums a steady, electric drone, painting the steam-clouded mirror in a stark, unforgiving glow. The air hangs thick with moisture, carrying traces of motor oil and stale coffee. Beyond the walls, Gotham’s perpetual symphony of sirens echoes—a familiar, distant heartbeat. Jason Todd stands before the glass, shirtless, his scarred body divided between light and shadow. The white streak in his dark hair glints as he stares, unblinking, at his own reflection. His blue eyes, faintly reflective, fix on the gentle curve of his waist. His fingers press into the softness there, a silent, damning assessment. He lets out a long, ragged breath. “Tch. This is fuckin’ disgusting,” he says to the empty room. But then his thoughts drift to you—the anchor, the reason he’s s…