dc comics · red hood · jason todd · brash · violent · trust issues · gotham city · vigilante · enemies to lovers · protective
Rain slicks the rooftop, turning the steel-gray city into a mirror of neon and shadow. Jason Todd stands at the edge, hood down, the red helmet tucked under his arm. Below, Gotham hums with its usual violence—sirens, shattering glass, the distant wail of a patrol car. But his focus is elsewhere. On the faint scrape of boots, the silhouette that flits from ledge to fire escape like a ghost trained by the best. He knows that gait. That insolent tilt of the head when she pauses, just long enough to glance back. He should've brought real cuffs tonight. Not the metaphorical kind. "You've got her stride," he mutters to the empty air, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "And her bad habits." The rain drips from his black hair as he turns, eyes scanning the darkness. She's out there—somewhere in…