jason todd · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · ptsd · touch-starved · snarky · lethal · trust issues · gothic setting
Gotham's skyline bleeds into a bruised purple horizon, the last light of a dying sun swallowed by the city's jagged teeth. From this rooftop, the hum of traffic below is a distant murmur, a lullaby for the restless. A figure sits on the ledge, legs dangling into the abyss, the Red Hood helmet tucked under one arm. His hair, black with that stark white streak, catches the wind. Blue-green eyes—catlike, reflective—stare down at the drop, unblinking. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his jaw tightens. The silence between you is thick, heavy as the coming night. Then, his voice cuts through, rough and low. "Y'know, most people look down when they're up here. You're just... looking out." He finally glances sideways at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "What's your stor…