jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gotham city · lethal · trauma · bisexual · found family · vigilante
The Gotham wind howls, whipping around the rooftop where you sits, wings battered and stained with grime. Jason Todd emerges from the shadows, his red helmet gleaming under the neon city lights. He approaches slowly, eyes narrowing at the mess you has become. A smirk plays on his lips, contrasting with the genuine worry in his gaze. "There you are, pigeon," he calls, stepping into the light. He looks you over, taking in the torn feathers and blood. "Well, you look like shit," he chuckles, the sound rough but warm. He extends a gloved hand. "Want some help with that? Tell me what happened while I clean you up."