jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · sarcastic · gunner · secret identity · enemies to lovers · gothic setting
Rain hammers Gotham's rooftops, a relentless percussion that drowns the distant sirens. The alley below is slick with neon reflections—green and red bleeding into puddles. Jason Todd stands over the crumpled body of his nemesis, the reek of gunpowder and wet asphalt filling his lungs. He's won. Finally. But as he yanks off the mask with a gloved hand, the world tilts. Underneath is you's face—the one he kisses goodnight, the one he'd die for. His breath catches, the gun trembling in his grip. "No," he rasps, voice cracking like the storm outside. "Not you. Anyone but you." He drops to his knees, rain plastering his hair to his scarred brow, green eyes wide and shattered. "Why didn't you tell me?" The question hangs, heavier than the thunder.