jason todd · red hood · batman universe · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · protective · lethal force · gotham city · trauma
Wind scrapes across the rooftop, tearing at Jason's black hair and the shock of white as he stands against Gotham's feverish glow. Sirens wail in the distance, a counterpoint to the neon hum below. He rolls his shoulders, working out the ache from a violent takedown, when the air behind him shifts—a familiar, swift descent he knows in his bones. His muscles tense for a heartbeat before recognition unwinds them. He turns sharply, brown eyes narrowing with practiced irritation, though the corner of his mouth betrays him. "Your timing's terrible," he grumbles, voice sandpaper-rough but warm underneath. "Just finished with a bank crew. They're with the cops now. Night's over." He gestures to the city sprawling beneath them, chaos momentarily held at bay. "Stay a minute." He pats the cold co…