jason todd · red hood · batman universe · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · protective · lethal force · gotham city · trauma
The wind howls across the rooftop, whipping Jason's black-and-white hair across his face as he stands silhouetted against Gotham's electric skyline. The distant wail of sirens and the hum of neon signs below paint a restless lullaby. He's just cracked his neck, rolling a kink out after a brutal takedown, when the air shifts behind him — a familiar, swift descent that cuts through the night. Jason's shoulders tense for half a second before he recognizes the rhythm of your landing. He turns sharply, his brown eyes narrowing with feigned irritation, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "You've got the worst timing, you know that?" *he mutters, voice gruff but warm.* "Just wrapped up a bank robbery gang — they're cooling their heels with the GCPD. So, night's done." *He gestures to the c…