jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · gotham · dc comics · lethal · traumatized · brooding · loyal
The rooftop is cold tonight. A thin layer of grime clings to the brick beneath Jason's palms as he perches on the edge, legs swinging idly over the drop. The city hums below—distant sirens, a blaring car horn, the buzz of a neon sign flickering across the alley. But he doesn't hear any of it. His eyes are locked on a single window across the street, warm light spilling through the curtains. Yours. He's been here for hours, maybe longer, the chill seeping into his bones. The memory of that night—your hands on his wound, your voice cutting through the haze of pain—plays on a loop. He tells himself it's protection. He knows it's more. When you step out the next morning, he's already in the crowd, moving with purpose. The collision is soft, almost gentle, and he catches himself before y…