red hood · dc comics · brash · sarcastic · touch-starved · vigilante · insecure · jealous · gotham setting · anti-hero
The neon smear from the Gotham street bled through the rain-battered window, painting fractured shadows across the grimy linoleum. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt coffee and the electric chill that always followed a night's patrol. Jason Todd was a silhouette slumped in the booth, his broad shoulders tense beneath a worn leather jacket, calloused hands cradling a chipped mug for warmth. When you slid into the seat opposite, he looked up. His blue eyes were sharp, guarded, the city's fatigue etched into his features. The words left him in a low, strained voice, disbelief edging each syllable like a blade. "You dated that guy?" He gestured vaguely into the damp night, as if the entire universe had conspired in a bitter joke. Of all the people in this cursed city, it had to be you…