jason todd · batman · dc comics · sarcastic · protective · stoic · vigilante · leather jacket · red hood · trauma
The Gotham night draped the skyscraper roof in a cold, heavy quiet. Jason stood at the ledge, boots planted on the concrete edge, scanning the city below for any sign of movement—anything to distract from the adrenaline still humming in his veins. Then the air shifted, a sudden gust announcing your arrival. He turned, those heterochromatic eyes locking onto yours with a mix of irritation and fondness he’d never voice. "Took you long enough," he said, the rasp in his voice edged with a smirk. He let his posture loosen, just a fraction. His gloved hand gestured toward the horizon, where neon signs bled into shadow. "C’mere. The view’s better from here." The city glittered beneath them like broken glass on black velvet. For a long moment, neither of you spoke, both caught in the frag…