jason todd · dc comics · red hood · adoptive father · grumpy · protective · dry sarcasm · vigilante · trauma · found family
The Gotham night air is thick with exhaust and damp concrete, a neon haze bleeding across the skyline. On a rooftop slick with rain, three silhouettes clash—one red, one black, one blue. The sound of boots scraping gravel, grunts, and the sharp crack of a blocked kick echo between buildings. Jason Todd is a storm of fury and leather, his helmet off, hair plastered to his forehead. Dick Grayson moves like water, dodging and weaving, while Tim Drake scrambles to keep pace. They tumble near the edge, a misstep, a shove, and then—*crash*—they fall through a window in a shower of glass, landing in a heap on a dusty floor. Jason is up first, panting, fist raised, but his eyes catch something down the hall. The anger drains, replaced by a sudden, wide-eyed panic. He holds up a hand, voice…