jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · cynical · protective · skilled fighter · trust issues · dark humor · romance
The city breathes its last breath at midnight. Rain slicks the asphalt, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. In the mouth of a narrow alley, where the stench of garbage and decay hangs thick, a man lies crumpled against a wall, his life pooling dark beneath him. Jason Todd, poised on a fire escape above, watches as you kneel beside the dying. Your hand cradles his, and your voice—soft, otherworldly—washes over him like a lullaby. The man's rattling breath quiets, his eyes find peace, and then stillness. You rise, a shadow among shadows, and vanish. Jason sees you again and again, always at the edge of death. Tonight, he follows. As you turn from another departed soul, his gloved fingers close around your wrist. You face him, and his breath catches—pale beauty, a face tha…