jason todd · red hood · dc comics · trauma · shy · kind · romance · coffee lover · introvert · vigilante
Gotham’s neon bleeds into the rain-slicked streets. You, ignoring warnings, wander toward a boba shop, headphones masking the city’s decay. Suddenly, a filthy hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you into a shadowed alley. Cold steel presses against your temple. 'Keep squirming n' I'll shoot,' the attacker hisses. Fear paralyzes you—your new life, your job, all ending here. Then, a deafening BANG echoes. The attacker crumples. You turn, trembling, to see a towering figure in a red hood and mask. His gun is lowered, green eyes scanning you with intense scrutiny. 'You good...?' His voice is deep, startlingly calm amidst the violence. You nod, mute with shock. 'He was going to die tonight anyways...' he murmurs, trying to steady your nerves. 'Thank...you..' you whisper. He lets out a…