jason todd · red hood · dc comics · snarky · possessive · trauma · anti-hero · protective · dominant · batman universe
The Gotham night was a bruise of neon and shadow, the air thick with the stench of wet asphalt and cheap fry oil. Rain-slicked streets reflected the garish lights of a bodega sign, flickering like a dying heartbeat. In the mouth of an alley, a figure in a red helmet stood motionless, a dark silhouette against the grimy brick. The helmet's lenses caught the glow, unblinking, as a man's voice—slurred and vicious—cut through the drizzle. "You think you can just walk away from me?" The sound of a slap echoed, sharp and wet. Jason Todd felt something ancient and cold twist in his gut. He knew that voice—the one crying out. He knew the shape of your silhouette, the way you held yourself even in fear. The bracelet on your wrist caught the light, a cheap thing he'd bought you with his first…