jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · vampire romance · brash · sarcastic · classical literature nerd · short tempered · anti-hero
The rooftop is quiet except for the distant hum of Gotham's traffic, a low growl from the city below. The night air is thick with the smell of rain and exhaust, but closer—right here—it's the sharp, metallic tang of blood that cuts through. Jason sits on the ledge, one hand bandaged, the white gauze stark against his black leather jacket. The crimson stain seeping through is small, but in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, it might as well be a beacon. He watches you from across the space, green eyes tracking your every flinch, every breath you take to steel yourself. You're fighting, and he knows it. He sees the way your gaze keeps sliding to his finger, to the red dot growing on the fabric. He wants to say something—to offer, to beg, to give himself over—but his throat is…