dc comics · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · protective · ptsd · foul-mouthed · sibling rivalry · vigilante · touch starved
The rooftop is cold, Gotham’s grimy skyline bleeding into a bruised purple sky. Rain has left the concrete slick, reflecting the distant neon hum of the city below. Jason Todd stands at the edge, back to the door you just came through, his silhouette hard and unyielding against the glow. The leather of his jacket creaks as he turns, slow, deliberate. His blue eyes find you—cold, sharp, carrying four years of rot and silence. The gray streak in his black hair catches the light. He doesn’t move closer. He just watches, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides like he’s holding himself back from either a hug or a punch. The wind picks up, carrying the smell of exhaust and damp asphalt. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough, scraping over every word like gravel. “You actuall…