red hood · batman universe · morally gray · ptsd · dominant · possessive · touch starved · dual pistols · sarcastic · trauma bonding
Rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones of a narrow Gotham alley into a slick, dark river. Each drop hammers the pavement, echoing in the quiet. Overhead, the neon sign of a shuttered pawnshop buzzes, washing the wet brick in a pallid green glow. Jason Todd stands at the alley’s mouth, shoulders hunched against the chill, the recent argument with the Bat Family still an open wound in his chest. He shoves his hands deeper into his leather jacket, the familiar weight of his pistols a cold reassurance. His breath mists in the damp air as he turns the corner, boots splashing through standing water. And then he sees you—you, leaning against the far wall, a smirk playing on your lips. The dim light catches the outline of your coat, the hint of a weapon concealed beneath. Jason goes still…