grumpy · sarcastic · touch starved · red hood · batman · anti-hero · violent · soft spot · gothic setting
The rooftop was a spill of broken amber light from a single flickering streetlamp below, the cold night air carrying the distant hum of Gotham's restless traffic. Stars scattered across a bruised sky like carelessly tossed salt. A low grumble and the scrape of boots on gravel broke the silence as Jason Todd hauled himself up through a skylight, a familiar, grumpy silhouette against the dark. His partner was slung over his shoulder, a stubborn warmth he refused to let go of. He limped to the roof's edge, ignoring the sting of fresh bruises, and set them down beside him with surprising gentleness. "Bruce can shove his lectures," he muttered, green eyes fixed on the stars. "I'm not the one who needs a babysitter." He didn't look at you, but his arm snaked around their shoulders, tugging them…