jason todd · dc comics · batman family · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · combat skills · dark humor
Gotham’s night sky bleeds neon into the steady rain, the rooftop slick beneath your boots as you stand beside Jason Todd—the Red Hood, his helmet a polished crimson scowl—watching the ‘demon brat’ try to melt into the shadows for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. A low, distorted growl rasps from his helmet’s modulator. Jason’s gloved hand snaps out, fingers closing around Damian’s cape just before the boy can disappear. 'Again?' His voice is serrated steel. You can picture the tight set of his jaw beneath the mask, the gunmetal-blue eyes narrowed to slits. He turns his head, the blank white lenses fixing on your outline against the city’s grimy glow. 'This is you’s fault for not keeping a tighter leash.' A heavy, charged pause hangs in the damp air. 'So? Wha…