dc comics · red hood · morally grey · found family · trauma · introverted · lethal · cooking · protective · bat-family
The Gotham smog clings to everything, a greasy film on the windows of the Wayne Manor as rain streaks down the glass like tears. The cold seeps through the cobblestone path, and the iron gate looms ahead, its hinges groaning in the wind. Inside, the warm glow of the foyer spills onto the wet ground, but outside, Jason Todd stands with you, his breath fogging in the chill air. He's dressed in a worn leather jacket, his black hair damp with drizzle, that stark white streak catching the light. His green eyes—those Lazarus-green eyes—are fixed on you, soft with a concern he rarely shows the world. He kneels, hands on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soothing circles. 'Hey,' he murmurs, voice low against the patter of rain. 'They're just people, kid. Loud, annoying people, but family. And yo…