red hood · batman universe · gothic setting · tsundere · trauma survivor · sarcastic · vigilante · push-pull dynamic · protective
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, each drop catching the amber glow of a flickering streetlamp. The air tastes of exhaust and decay—Gotham’s perfume. Jason Todd sits astride his bike, head bowed, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the red helmet in his lap. He’s been here for nearly an hour, staring up at the same window on the third floor. The one with the warm light that cuts through the gloom. He should knock. He should turn the bike around and disappear into the night. Instead, he mutters a low curse under his breath, swings off the seat, and forces himself toward the building’s entrance. His boots echo on the concrete steps, heavy with regret. At your door, he stops, one hand raised—frozen. He knocks, then waits, jaw tight. When you open it, he meet…