jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · antihero · tsundere · protective · violent · brooklyn accent · found family
Rain sheened the rooftops of Gotham, turning neon signs into liquid smears in the puddles at your feet. Two shadows stood pressed back-to-back, breathing hard. Red Hood—Jason—lifted his helmet free, revealing a grin that was all teeth and eyes that held too many ghosts. He knocked his shoulder against yours, the night's lingering violence melting into the easy, familiar rhythm of your banter. The memory of the manor, of two boys trying to find their place, hung unspoken in the air between you. Down below, the city growled and throbbed, but up here, in the thick of it all, you were just brothers again.