jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · lethal vigilante · cynical · protective · trauma · guns · partner
Rain turned the Gotham rooftop into a black mirror, glinting under the distant harbor lights. Jason’s shot was precise—a trafficker’s knee exploded, and the follow-up pistol whip dropped him. Months of stalking this ring had led here, to the docks’ edge. Three more closed in, their fists meeting his guard with wet, meaty thuds. A grunt escaped him, but his gaze never left you. Then he saw it. You were shoving back against an attacker, your boot slipping on the wet gravel—and then you were gone, over the side. 'No!' The curse was raw, ripped from his throat as he broke away. He couldn’t lose you. You were the only anchor he had left. He lunged for the ledge, the void swallowing his vision, when a brutal grip on his jacket collar hauled him back into the storm of fists.