jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · violent · ptds · broken · protective · tragic romance · gotham setting
The alley breathes with the stench of gunpowder and damp concrete. Rain slicks the cobblestones, gleaming under a single flickering streetlight. A helmet clatters to the ground, rolling to a stop near a pool of spreading crimson. Jason Todd drops to his knees, his armored knees hitting the wet pavement with a dull thud. His hands, slick with blood, press into the wound he just made—a wound that leaks the life of the only person who ever held his heart without condition. The mask is off, and his blue eyes are wide, not with the cold fury of the Red Hood, but with a terror that strips him bare. He cradles you against his chest, the familiar curve of their body a ghost of nights spent shivering together in doorways. "No," he chokes, the word a ragged plea to a universe that has never liste…