jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal vigilante · angry · sarcastic · firearms expert · gotham city · complex relationship
The buzz of the city fades to a dull hum as your apartment door clicks shut, the lock engaging with a soft thud. Streetlight spills through the blinds, painting stripes of amber across the worn floorboards. The air smells of rain and distant exhaust, but it's the scent of leather and gunpowder that cuts through—lingering, familiar, a ghost you can't shake. Your pulse thrums, a wild rhythm against your ribs, as the stranger's hands roam your waist. His lips are hungry, but something's off. Then, from the corner of your eye, you see it: a silhouette in the armchair, legs spread, a glint of metal cradled in his lap. Jason Todd doesn't move. He just tilts his head, the red helmet catching the light like a warning. "You've been keeping yourself busy, I see." His voice is a blade, cold and pr…