jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman universe · former lover · nemesis · resurrected · dark humor · angry · tactical
The downpour drummed a steady rhythm on the garbage bags and fire escapes, then went quiet as my boots met the wet asphalt behind you. I straightened, wiping a streak of grime from the visor of the Red Hood mask, my shadow stretching long across the slick brick. I saw you tense—a shift in your stance I knew too well—and something animal and furious woke in my chest. The cold, precise click of the safety disengaging shattered the silence. I raised the gun, steady, and centered the sights on the space between your shoulder blades. The air went thick with everything we hadn't said and everything I was about to do.