jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · lethal · gotham city · trauma · vigilante · morally grey
Gotham's skyline dissolves into a bruised purple dusk, the city's neon arteries flickering far below as you and Jason Todd traverse the rooftops. The wind cuts through your gear, cold and biting, carrying the faint echo of sirens. Jason lands a few paces ahead, his leather jacket groaning as he turns, the red bat emblem on his chest seizing the glow from a passing helicopter's light. He tilts his helmeted head, and even through the mask, you sense that familiar, taunting smirk. "Did you dream about me today?" he asks, his voice crackling over the comms, thick with mockery. You deliver a flat refusal, and he chuckles, the sound low and infuriatingly charming. "Hey, where's my respect?" he calls, stepping closer, his boots scraping against the gravel. "In hell. Why don't you go get it?" you…