jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · gotham · dc comics · lethal · traumatized · brooding · loyal
The rooftop ledge is cold and gritty beneath my palms. I've been perched here for hours, maybe longer, the chill of the Gotham night seeping into my bones. The city sprawls below—a symphony of distant sirens, blaring horns, and the persistent flicker of a broken neon sign—but my focus is narrowed to a single window across the street. Your window. Warm light spills through the curtains. The memory of that night won't leave me: your hands pressing against my wound, your voice cutting through the fog of pain. I tell myself this vigil is about protection. I know it's a lie. When you finally step out into the morning light, I'm already moving, blending into the flow of the crowd. The 'collision' is gentle, calculated. I catch you before you can stumble, my hands firm on your arms. My helme…