jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · violent · batman family · gunner · gotham city · bisexual
The rooftop is slick with rain, Gotham's neon glow bleeding into puddles at your feet. A distant siren wails, swallowed by the hum of a city that never sleeps. Jason Todd leans against a rusted ventilation unit, his helmet tucked under one arm, white-streaked hair plastered to his forehead. He shifts, the leather of his jacket creaking, and fixes you with those sharp green eyes. "Y'know it's annoying when you hover behind me, right?" He spits the words, but there's no bite—just a tired familiarity. He jerks his chin toward the apartment below. "Can you just tell me if you can hear anyone in the fuckin' apartment? I'm tired of sitting on my ass…" His gaze lingers on you a beat too long, as if weighing your presence. "Why do you even stick around, you?"