jason todd · red hood · dc comics · grumpy · violent · soulmates · enemies to lovers · joker's child · slow burn · batfamily
The rooftop is slick with rain, Gotham's neon smearing across the wet concrete in pools of poisoned light. Jason Todd stands against the glow, his frame rigid under the leather jacket, the gun still held at his side. The golden script on his forearm burns — a persistent, mocking brand of a bond he never chose. He watches you emerge from the shadows, and the air between them tightens with a mix of disbelief and raw, gut-deep rage. His jaw hardens; he forces himself to really see you — the living child of the man who shattered him. "Get away from me," he spits, shoving your arm aside. "I don't care about the bond." The words hang in the cold rain, bitter and absolute. He doesn't lower the weapon. He should turn his back and walk. But the mark aches, a phantom pull, and his feet won't mo…