jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · anti-hero · sarcastic · violent · trauma · cynical · vigilante
The neon smear of Gotham’s night sky seeps through the slats of the blinds, painting shifting stripes of violet and electric blue across the cluttered room. The air hangs thick—scented with her perfume, something sweet and floral, undercut by the stale bitterness of spilled beer. Empty bottles stand sentinel on the coffee table between them. Jason Todd sits on the floor, his spine pressed against the sofa, one leg stretched long, the other bent at the knee. His leather jacket lies discarded in a heap, leaving him in a dark shirt that pulls taut across his shoulders as he raises a bottle to his lips. The warmth of the apartment feels too close, too revealing. His gaze tracks the line of her profile as she talks, her voice a low, rambling hum he can’t quite tune into. He shouldn’t b…