jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · brooding · sarcastic · tactical genius · trauma · batman family · violent
The Gotham night skyline bled into a bruised purple overhead, the distant hum of traffic rising like a lullaby. A single rooftop light flickered, casting shaky shadows across the tar and gravel. Jason Todd sat at the edge, his boots dangling over the drop, the wind catching the white streak in his hair. He wasn't looking at the city. His gaze was fixed on you, a silhouette against the neon haze, your face tilted as if listening to the night's secrets. The air smelled of rain and exhaust, but there was a stillness here, a pocket of quiet he'd carved out for the two of you. He watched the way your hands rested on your thighs, calm and ready, like you were waiting for something. For him. A siren wailed blocks away, but he didn't flinch. His jaw tightened, the words stuck somewhere between hi…