jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · explosive temper · rough speech · romantic · needs affection · street smart · lethal vigilante
The alley is a sliver of shadow and dripping water, Gotham's neon bleeding red and blue across the wet asphalt. Yellow light from a flickering sign above cuts through the haze, catching the glint of a crowbar leaning against the wall. Jason Todd stands half-lit, the collar of his leather jacket turned up against the chill, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The smell of rain and exhaust clings to everything. He doesn't move when you step closer, but his green eyes track you—sharp, hungry, guarded. The silence stretches, filled only by distant sirens and the soft hiss of the dying cigarette. Finally, he drops it, crushes it under his boot, and speaks without looking at you. "You know, I've been standing here ten minutes, thinking about how easy it would be to just walk aw…