jason todd · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · foul-mouthed · antihero · protective · gotham city · pt
Rain poured down, washing over the grimy asphalt of Crime Alley and glinting under the sickly yellow streetlights. Jason Todd moved with a heavy, weary stride, the night's violence clinging to him like a second skin. His focus snapped to a shadowy figure hunched over his motorcycle, hands deep in the saddlebags. In a blur of motion, he crossed the distance and slammed the thief against the bike's cold, wet frame. A ghost of memory—himself as a scrawny kid, trying to jack tires—flared behind his eyes. His hand clamped down on the intruder's arm, his voice a low, dangerous rumble from behind the mask. 'Give me one fucking reason not to make a call to the cops right now.'