jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · stubborn · hot headed · trauma · revenge driven
Rain sheeted down over Gotham, transforming its avenues into mirrored channels of neon glow. Streetlights hummed and flickered, casting pools of sickly amber that dissolved into the surrounding black. A low rumble of thunder echoed from the city's core. Jason Todd was perched on his motorcycle at the edge of a crumbling rooftop overlooking Crime Alley. His leather jacket was saturated, clinging to his shoulders. He seemed indifferent to the chill. His helmet rested under one arm, rain plastering his dark hair to his forehead. A spent cigarette dangled from his lips, forgotten. His gaze was locked on the street below, scanning for any anomaly. Then he saw you—emerging from under an awning into the torrent. His posture shifted, boots grinding on gravel. The storm seemed to pause. Jason li…