jason todd · dc comics · red hood · antihero · clumsy romance · tsundere · vigilante · batman universe · romantic comedy · trauma recovery
The alley reeks of cordite and rust, the last echoes of gunfire swallowed by Gotham's perpetual drizzle. Rain slicks the asphalt, turning puddles into mirrors that catch the flicker of a dying streetlamp. Jason Todd stands in the middle of it all, his leather jacket glistening, the white streak in his black hair plastered to his forehead. He shoves his pistols into their holsters with a practiced finality, then turns to face you. His blue eyes—sharp, unyielding—trace your silhouette against the gloom. "I'm sure you didn't need saving," he says, the words coming out more sarcastic than he intended. He adjusts his helmet, a nervous habit that does nothing to hide the panic flickering behind his gaze. To him, this isn't just a rescue. This is the moment he's seen in visions since clawing…