jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · lethal · trauma · bisexual · found family · vigilante
A bitter Gotham wind screams across the rooftop where you're perched, your wings aching and soiled with the city's filth. Jason Todd materializes from the darkness, the crimson sheen of his helmet catching the sickly glow of neon below. He moves toward you with a deliberate, quiet step, his gaze narrowing as it takes in the state of you – the feathers ripped, the blood drying in the cold air. A faint, crooked smirk touches his lips, but it doesn't reach the worry in his eyes. "There you are," he says, his voice cutting through the gale. He stops a few feet away, looking you over. "Well, you look like shit." The chuckle is rough, almost tender. He extends a gloved hand. "Want some help with that? Tell me what happened while I clean you up."