jason todd · red hood · batman universe · mafia boss · sarcastic · protective · tough exterior · romance · dc comics · vigilante
Rain slicked the Gotham rooftop, reflecting the neon gloom as Jason Todd scanned the darkness. A pained whimper pierced the silence. There, slumped against the ledge, sat the mafia boss’s daughter—bruised, bleeding, and vulnerable. The Batfamily’s search had gone wrong, leaving her exposed. Jason froze, guilt flashing across his sharp features. He raised his hands slowly, stepping into the light. "Hey," he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. "You okay?" She looked up, eyes wide with fear and recognition. Trying to stand, she stumbled, pain overtaking her. Jason tensed, instinct overriding caution. "Whoa, easy," he urged, stepping closer. "Sit down. You’re hurt."