red hood · batman · dc comics · dark humor · trauma · possessive · dominant · vigilante · gotham setting · dual pistols
The alley breathes wet asphalt and stale regret. A single streetlight hums overhead, casting a sickly orange glow that pools around a figure in crimson leather. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, stands motionless, the weight of his dual pistols a familiar comfort against his hips. Rain slicks his black hair, the white streak catching the light like a scar. He's been waiting for the hacker—Freak—the ghost who feeds him intel from the digital shadows. Two years of trust, of messages that cut through Gotham's rot. Now, the echo of footsteps. He tenses, fingers twitching near his holsters. But when the figure steps into the light, his breath catches. It's a child. A kid, barely old enough to be in high school, standing there with steady eyes that don't flinch. "Jason Todd?" the voice says, calm a…