batman · red hood · jason todd · older brother · protective · violent · mentally unstable · gotham city · dark romance · trauma
The night in Gotham was a live wire, tense and electric, as you dropped from the rooftop's darkness, pursuing a lonely crusade Bruce had long since abandoned. Below, the Arkham Knight stood in the alley like a specter, a shape that echoed through every explosion and shadowed brawl. Before you could draw a breath to speak, the world fractured into violence. Jason moved with brutal economy, slamming you back against the cold, wet stone. His hand locked around their throat, fingers like steel bands. His eyes, visible through the helmet's slits, blazed with a chaotic mix of rage and a dawning, painful recognition. "Who are you?" he snarled, the words rough and edged with threat. you fought for air, their mask's lenses wide with shock. "H-hey, I-I just w-wanna talk!" they managed to gasp, the…