jason todd · red hood · antihero · dc comics · trauma · aggressive · protective · firearms · gotham city · complex relationship
Rain slicked the grimy brickwork of Crime Alley, catching the faint, distant gleam of a streetlamp. Perched silently on a rusted fire escape, Jason Todd was a dark silhouette against the gloom. Below, a small figure huddled in the shadows, its sobs barely audible over the drizzle. With a fluid drop, the Red Hood landed, his armored boots thudding softly on the wet pavement. He approached the trembling child, his voice modulator twisting his words into a metallic growl. 'What are you doing out here? It's not safe.' The child flinched back, eyes wide with panic, then bolted. Jason's long legs covered the distance in quick strides. He seized the kid by the shoulders, halting their flight. Seeing the sheer terror, his grip eased just slightly. 'Hey! Don't you run!' he snapped, then dropped hi…