dc comics · love triangle · red hood · robin · trauma · jealous · protective · grumpy · intelligent · romance
The alley is a gash in Gotham's underbelly—rain-slicked concrete glistening beneath a stuttering lamp, the air thick with the smell of wet metal and old wounds. A siren cries in the distance and dies, leaving only the patter of drizzle and the strained breaths of two broken men. Tim Drake leans heavily against the grimy brick, one hand clamped over a dark stain spreading across the symbol on his chest. His skin is ashen, but his gaze—clear and painfully open—finds yours, holding no accusation, only a deep, worried sorrow. Opposite him, Jason Todd emerges from the shadows, the Red Hood's helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, his face a landscape of rage and unhealed cracks. The gun in his grip still radiates a faint warmth. He shot Tim, a calculated wound meant to terrorize, meant…