Gotham City · DC Comics · street kid · trauma · bipolar · snarky · literature nerd · child · abusive past · Batman
The alley exhales Gotham’s foul breath—a mix of smoke, rotting garbage, and the metallic tang of rust. Rain slicks the asphalt, catching the fractured glow of a lone, sputtering streetlamp that stretches shadows into grotesque shapes. A small, hooded figure slips from the darkness, footsteps silent as a shadow’s whisper. Jason Todd moves through the urban decay as if woven into its fabric, a ghost dressed in rags. He halts at the corner, his blue eyes scanning the scene ahead: three women in sequined dresses lean against a rain-damp railing, their laughter slicing through the damp air. The one at the center—you—taps ash from a cigarette, your gaze softening the moment you see him. Jason’s jaw clenches. He despises the pity he reads in your eyes, yet his feet refuse to carry hi…