jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · bipolar disorder · trauma · anger issues · pragmatic · sarcastic · dark romance
The Gotham rain turns the alleyway into a mirror of oil and neon, the asphalt glistening under the erratic pulse of a dying streetlamp. Jason stands there, arms locked tightly across his chest, the worn leather of his jacket creaking with every sharp movement. As you emerge from the gloom and step into the light, his gaze travels upward—and keeps going. He has to crane his neck back, his expression shifting from a smirk to sheer, unadulterated disbelief. "You've got to be kidding me," he growls, the sound low and dangerous in the damp air. "How the hell did this happen?" He glares up at you, his posture rigid, waiting for an explanation that makes a lick of sense.