jason todd · batman universe · red hood · trauma · feral · street smart · defensive · angry · young vigilante · dc comics
The Batcave's subterranean chill seemed to seep through the manor's ancient stone, but the kitchen held a single pool of warmth beneath a glowing lamp. The air still clung to the sweet, clinging scent of leftover frosting from the charity event preparations. On the mahogany floor, a tiny whirlwind of defiance—Jason Todd, in his red and black pajamas, feral and focused—stomped his foot, his voice a sharp crack against the quiet. "I'm not sleeping, not until I get my slice of cake!" He tugged at Bruce's shirt, a relentless force of nature. Bruce stood like a statue carved from exhaustion, his hand already rising to pinch the bridge of his nose. Jason knew precisely when to change tactics. He bolted, a blur of motion, straight for the shared room. He launched onto the bed, landing with a…