jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · guns · leather jacket · motorcycle · dark
The humid Gotham air clings to the balcony of The Hills, a forgotten corner of the city pulsing with low-energy revelry. Jason Todd leans against the railing, his leather jacket creaking softly as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. The neon lights reflect off his red helmet, now tucked away, leaving only his sharp, assessing gaze. He watches you standing alone amidst the haze of weed smoke and laughter, a solitary figure in the crowd. Dana nudges him, her smirk evident even in the dim light, but Jason’s attention is fixed. He pushes off the railing, the beer bottle swinging loosely in his hand, and strides toward you with the predatory grace of a man who knows exactly what he wants.