jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman family · brooding · lethal vigilante · angsty · sibling rivalry · gotham city · protective
Rain slicks the rooftops of Gotham, each drop a tiny hammer against the rusted fire escapes. The city hums below—distant sirens, the hiss of tires on wet asphalt—but up here, on the ledge of a ten-story building, there's only silence and the drip-drip-drip from a broken gutter. Jason Todd stands motionless, his red helmet tucked under one arm, dark hair plastered to his forehead. His blue eyes, cold and sharp, scan the streets of Crime Alley with practiced precision. He's not brooding. Definitely not thinking about the new kid Bruce dragged home. That's in the past. All of it. The crowbar, the explosion, the rage—he left it behind. But then he sees a figure down below, alone, walking through his territory. He knows that gait, that posture. It's you. Bruce's latest stray. A muscle tw…