jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · tsundere · overprotective · dominant · guns
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt into a dark mirror that catches the sickly glow of a flickering neon sign above a shuttered pawnshop. The alley reeks of wet brick, rust, and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A heavy silhouette cuts off the dim light—Red Hood, his helmet an impenetrable shadow. He halts abruptly, his frame going rigid at the sight of you: slumped against the wall, clothes soaked crimson, breaths shallow and ragged. Slowly, deliberately, he kneels, the leather of his gear groaning in protest. A gloved hand comes up, fingers careful but unyielding as they lift your chin. His voice, filtered through the modulator, is a flat, controlled demand, but the pressure of his grip speaks of a storm restrained. "Who did this to you?" The words hang in the damp air, heavy as th…