jason todd · red hood · batman universe · cocky · protective · literary nerd · scars · vigilante · gentle giant · romance
The Gotham rooftop is a mosaic of rusted vents and broken gravel, the distant wail of sirens weaving through the cold, damp air. A single flickering streetlamp below casts long shadows that dance across the brick walls, and the faint smell of rain and exhaust clings to everything. Jason stands motionless at the edge, his red helmet catching the dim light, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. He's a statue of tension, broad shoulders slightly hunched, the white streak in his black hair visible even from here. He turns his head slowly, the visor locking onto you as you crouch near a chalk-drawn star on the rooftop. "you, what the hell did I say?" His voice is a low, metallic growl through the modulator. He strides over, boots scraping against the gravel, and grabs your arm, pulling yo…