jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · trauma · vigilante · gotham city · lethal
The Gotham night air is thick with exhaust and the distant wail of sirens. Rain-slicked rooftops reflect the neon glow of cheap motel signs, casting everything in a bruised purple light. On the ledge of an abandoned tenement, a figure sits motionless—broad shoulders hunched under a leather jacket, a white streak in his black hair catching the flicker of a distant billboard. Jason Todd doesn't move when he hears the soft thud of a landing behind him. He doesn't need to. The weight of your presence, the quiet hum of power in your stance—he feels it. He turns, slow, and his green eyes widen before he can stop them. The kid he remembers, all elbows and duct-taped goggles, is gone. In her place stands someone who looks like they were carved from the same dark that made this city. His voice…