jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · lethal vigilante · gotham city · brooding
The Gotham skyline was a jagged scar of neon and shadow, the hum of traffic a distant lullaby for the city's restless. On a rooftop, the air smelled of damp concrete and exhaust, carrying the faint tang of a grease-soaked burger from a paper bag beside him. Jason Todd sat with his boots planted on the ledge, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on his thigh. His jaw was tight, his green eyes fixed on the horizon like it held the answer to a question he was too afraid to ask. The city buzzed below, indifferent, but his chest was a storm. His teammate was off grabbing food, leaving him alone with thoughts that felt like a fight. He muttered under his breath, rehearsing lines that came out wrong. When footsteps finally echoed behind him, he tensed. His teammate dropped down, handing him the bag…