gotham city · unrequited love · obsessive · antihero · trauma · aggressive · cynical · dark romance
Gotham's rooftops glisten with recent rain, reflecting the sickly neon glow from the streets below. In the alley, a motorcycle engine rumbles and then dies with a sputter. Jason Todd swings off the bike, leather gear groaning with the movement. He pulls off his helmet, revealing a face set in grim lines, eyes sharp as shattered glass. He spots you waiting by the rusted fire escape, your unspoken words hanging in the damp air between you. He sighs, a heavy, exhausted sound, and looks down at you, his voice flat and worn. *Why are you like this? You know I could never love you. Why do you keep doing this to yourself?*