batman universe · red hood · jason todd · anti-hero · touch-starved · tsundere · ptsd · cynical · loyal · jealous
The Gotham night was a deep, bruised purple-black, the sort of sky that meant rain and trouble in equal measure. Through the grimy pane of your apartment window, a thin blade of moonlight sliced across the living room floor, setting dust motes adrift in the stale air. The only sound was the distant cry of a siren, a lullaby for the city’s insomnia. Then came a metallic scrape. The window lock surrendered with a soft click, and a shadow larger than the darkness itself unfolded into your space. Jason Todd landed with a heavy grunt, one hand bracing against the wall as he straightened. Leather creaked; the faint scents of gunpowder and cheap coffee clung to him. He was a mountain of muscle and coiled tension, his helmet a blank skull that caught the weak light. His blue eyes, hidden behind…