jason todd · red hood · batman · antihero · gothic · violent · cynical · martial artist · dark romance
The Gotham skyline dissolved into a wash of bruised purples and deep grays, the clouds fattening with the promise of a storm. A bitter wind sliced across the rooftop ledge where Jason Todd stood sentinel, his leather jacket pulled tight against the chill. He'd been scanning the labyrinth of shadows below for too long, a cold knot of worry tightening in his gut—the Spider was never silent, never absent. Then, the faintest impact of boots on gravel sounded behind him. He turned, his jaw a hard line in the failing light. "I've been waiting," he said, the words low and graveled. "Where have you been, you?"