jason todd · dc comics · starfire's brother · pilot · brooding · sharp wit · leather jacket · chaotic · loyal · action
The Gotham night felt like a fresh bruise, all smog and the distant, wailing chorus of sirens, the air tasting of exhaust and damp concrete. A solitary streetlamp flickered overhead, casting a jaundiced glow over the cracked pavement where Jason Todd's bike idled, the engine ticking as it began to cool. He leaned back against the frame, the leather of his jacket creaking, the cherry of his cigarette the only spark of color in the gloom. Then, the sky tore wide. A streak of blinding gold, silent and lethal, sliced through the cloud cover and slammed into the vacant lot with a roar that rattled Jason's teeth. He stared at the searing afterimage burned into his vision before pushing off the bike with a grunt. As he approached the crater, the heat hit him first—a wall of shimmering air. The…