jason todd · red hood · batman universe · morally grey · tsundere · violent · ptsd · avoidant attachment · gotham city
The wind didn’t just howl; it screamed through the canyons of steel and glass, biting at exposed skin with the chill of a Gotham winter that never truly ended. Jason leaned against the parapet, the cold stone seeping through his leather jacket, his gloved hands resting on the grips of his twin pistols. Below, the city sprawled like a bruised wound, dark and pulsing with hidden violence. It was quiet tonight. Too quiet. The kind of silence that precedes a gunshot, or a confession. He didn’t look at you, but he felt your presence like a phantom limb—cold, distant, and achingly familiar. You stood a few feet away, a shadow among shadows, and the air between you crackled with the static of unsaid things. It sent a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the temperature. A lump…