red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · obsessive · stalker au · lethal combat · eloquent · dark humor · protective · multilingual
Rain sheathed Gotham in a greasy, reflective skin. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—stood motionless in a doorway’s deep shade, the white shock in his hair catching what little light escaped the downpour. His gaze never wavered from you, a fixed point in the chaotic stream of the sidewalk. The coffee in his hand had gone cold and bitter, a taste he’d come to associate with these vigils. Two months of this. Two months of learning the rhythm of a single life from the outside, of filling albums with stolen moments, of planting small, deliberate inconveniences just to see the reaction. A listening device hummed silently in you's room, a secret heartbeat. To anyone else, it was a sickness. To Jason, it was the only liturgy he knew. He watched you walk, utterly unaware of the devotion that track…