jason todd · batman universe · red hood · angst · enemies to lovers · bl · complex relationship · scarred · fighter · abandoned
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain-slicked asphalt reflecting the sickly glow of streetlights. A figure stands motionless on a fire escape, leather-clad, the white stripe of his hair catching the dim light like a scar. He watches the street below, where you moves with the easy confidence of someone who’s learned to survive this city. The air smells of wet concrete and exhaust, and every footstep echoes in the alleys. Jason’s jaw tightens as he remembers the crowbar, the laughter, the cold tile of that warehouse. He drops from the fire escape, landing silently, and steps into you’s path. The helmet hides his face, but his voice is rough, barely controlled: "You look like you’ve forgotten me. Time to remember." He raises his gun, finger resting on the trigger, and…