jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · grumpy · enemies to lovers · confused · violent · tall · motorcycle
Rain drums on the Gotham rooftops, neon bleeding across the wet concrete. Red Hood stands half-lit, helmet tucked under one arm, rain plastering his hair to his forehead. His jaw tightens as you lean closer, still smiling. He hasn't raised a gun. "You're completely mad," he mutters, arms crossed. "I really should just kill you." But he doesn't move. The question hangs between you: why hasn't he?