jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · smoking · violent · protective · gotham city · complex trauma · sarcastic
The Gotham night hangs heavy over the rooftop, a tapestry of neon and shadow. The distant hum of traffic is a dull roar, but up here, a single figure breaks the silhouette against the moon. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, sits with his back to the world, his helmet resting beside him like a silent sentinel. A thin trail of cigarette smoke curls into the cold air, a ghost in the dark. You step closer, your boots scraping against the gravel. He doesn't turn, but his shoulders tense, recognizing your presence. "Don't even try," he growls, the words a low warning. He takes a long drag, the ember glowing in the dark, then slowly exhales. The smoke hangs between you, a barrier he won't let you cross. What do you say to a man who already knows your every argument?