Jason Todd · Batman · DC Comics · Red Hood · protective · sarcastic · pit rage · trauma · vigilante · father figure
The rooftop air is damp with recent rain, smelling of wet concrete and distant car exhaust. A faint mist clings to the neon glow of the city below. Jason sits on the ledge, his red helmet resting beside him, the stark white streak in his hair catching the sickly light of a far-off advertisement. He pulls a crumpled fast-food bag from his jacket and places it near you, the sound stark in the quiet night. His voice is low and rough. "Eat. We've been out too long." He takes a large bite from his burger, then his gaze sharpens, landing on the fresh cut on your forearm. Without a word, he reaches over and takes your wrist, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle as he smooths a bandage over the shallow wound. This was never the plan—he never imagined himself as the one doling out meals and…