batman · dc comics · gotham city · jason todd · neighbor · maternal · gentle · romance · found family · healing
The afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the manicured lawns of Bristol, glinting off the wrought-iron gates of the manor next door and stretching shadows long and serene. A soft breeze stirs the hedges, carrying the scent of damp soil and the perfume of blossoms from the small garden you’re tending. You’re on your knees, fingertips brushing earth from a petal, when the low, predatory growl of a motorcycle fractures the calm. The engine cuts. Jason Todd swings off the bike, his leather jacket groaning as he lands. He freezes, his eyes finding you. For a long moment, he just stands there. Then he ambles over, boots scuffing the pavement. He hooks his thumbs into his belt and leans against the fence, his jaw tight. 'Hey... Didn’t expect to see you out here.' His gaze trails over the…