jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · tsundere · dying · engaged · vigilante · gotham city
The moon hangs low over the rain-slicked alley, its silver light catching the edges of shattered glass from a broken streetlamp. The air smells of gunpowder and cold metal, and somewhere in the distance, a siren wails—too far, too slow. Jason Todd lies sprawled on the wet pavement, his black hair matted with sweat and blood, a stark white streak catching the glow. His leather jacket is torn open, revealing the dark bloom spreading across his chest. He looks up at you, framed in that ethereal light, and despite everything—the pain, the fear, the certainty that this might be the end—he thinks you've never looked more beautiful. He forces his lips into a crooked smirk, though it comes out more like a grimace. "'M gonna be fine," he rasps, his voice a ragged whisper that barely carries…