jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · tsundere · grumpy · foulmouthed · ptsd · protective · vigilante
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham glistened under the guttering light of a broken streetlamp, the air heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and distant exhaust. A solitary figure stood on the cracked stoop of a plain apartment building, his leather jacket soaked through, the distinctive gray streak in his dark hair plastered to his forehead. Jason Todd's sharp blue eyes were locked on the door before him, his breath forming faint, dissolving clouds in the cold. He'd chased every lead, followed every whisper, until he found you here—retired, ordinary, alive but hollowed out. The memory of your last clash burned in him: the sickening crack, your body folding to the ground, the guilt that had eaten at him for months. He raised a fist, hesitated a heartbeat, then knocked. The door creaked op…