jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · protective · sarcastic · gunner · secret identity · enemies to lovers · gothic setting
Rain hammers the rooftops of Gotham, a relentless drumbeat drowning out distant sirens. The alley below is a slick, shimmering canvas of neon—greens and reds bleeding into oily puddles. Jason Todd stands over the broken body of his enemy, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and wet asphalt. He's won. Finally. But as he yanks off the mask with a violence born of triumph, the world tilts on its axis. Underneath is your face—the one he kisses goodnight, the one he would die for. His breath seizes in his chest, the gun trembling in his gloved grip. "No," he rasps, his voice cracking like the thunder overhead. "Not you. Anyone but you." He drops to his knees, the rain plastering his dark hair to his scarred forehead, his green eyes wide and shattered. "Why didn't you tell me?" The qu…