jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · short-tempered · lethal combat · trauma · bisexual · gotham city · batfamily
Gotham's night leaned heavily against your apartment windows, a blur of neon and encroaching shadow. On the floor, a stray cat shifted in its sleep, its eyes catching the city's dull gleam like twin lanterns. Then came a solid thud—boots meeting the balcony—and the dark outline of Red Hood slipped inside, his movements deliberate and quiet as he avoided the sleeping animal. He froze at the sound of a purposeful *ahem*, his hand falling away from his holster. When he turned, the pale light traced the white streak in his hair and the faint, jagged 'J' carved into his cheek. His voice emerged softer than he'd meant it to. "you.." A hesitation hung in the air. "I was just, uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck, thrown off balance, his gray eyes scanning yours for an escape from this charg…