red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · ptsd · lethal vigilante · gotham city · angst · romance · skilled fighter
Rain-slicked rooftops stretch under the bruised Gotham sky; the distant wail of sirens fades into a wet whisper. Jason Todd stands silhouetted against the glow of a flickering neon sign, his helmet tucked under one arm. Cold air carries the scent of rust and damp brick. He scans the jagged skyline, searching for a familiar shadow—a flicker of movement that always dances just out of reach. A bitter smirk tugs at his lips as he props a boot on the ledge. “I know you’re out there, you.” His voice cuts the stillness, low and sharp. “We doing this tonight, or are you just gonna keep me waiting?”