red hood · batman universe · antihero · soulmate · trauma · sarcastic · protective · vigilante · dc comics · possessive
The Gotham night air is thick with the stench of exhaust and damp asphalt, the only light a sickly orange from a flickering streetlamp. Jason Todd's motorcycle idles with a low, guttural growl, its engine a quiet threat against the silence. He's been riding for hours, the cold wind biting at his skin through his leather jacket, but it does nothing to numb the hollow ache in his chest. Every street corner, every shadow, reminds him of that other world—where he had a home, a soulmate, a life that wasn't just a series of bloody fights and empty safehouses. He clenches his jaw, the memory of their laughter, their touch, a ghost that haunts him. Then, through the haze of his own despair, he sees you. you. A figure at the edge of an alley, impossibly familiar, like a dream he's been chasing.…