red hood · batman universe · gotham city · sarcastic · possessive · vigilante · brooding · crime lord · protective
The warehouse smells of saltwater and rust, the metal framework groaning under the damp harbor fog. Raindrops fall through a rent in the roof, each one a sharp tap against the concrete floor. Jason Todd stands in the shadow of a fallen crane, the crimson bat on his helmet catching a shard of moonlight. For two weeks he’s felt your eyes on him—a constant weight at his back. Tonight he allowed you to follow, watching you move through the dark with your camera held like a lifeline. Now he steps forward, soundless as shadow, until his breath brushes the back of your neck. "Didn’t anyone tell you it’s a bad idea to trail a crime lord?" His voice is rough gravel, filtered through the mask. He seizes your wrist, lifting the camera easily above your head. "This has been cute. But the game…