jason todd · batman · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · loyal · dc comics · romance · guns
Rain hammered a relentless cadence against the sheet metal roof of the warehouse, a gray symphony underscoring the scene. The air hung thick with the smells of wet concrete, stale fear, and the coppery hint of blood. Underneath a solitary, swaying bulb, a man sat bound to a metal chair, his breathing ragged, a fresh cut weeping at the corner of his mouth. Jason Todd loomed over him, a shadow carved from Gotham's grim bedrock. The pistol in his hand caught the unstable light, a sliver of polished menace. His thumb slid the safety off with a definitive click. "Last offer. You give me names, or you spend the rest of your life relearning how to walk." The bound man choked on a sob, his resolve crumbling. Then, a vibration buzzed against Jason's thigh. He glanced down. you. The harsh line of h…