jason todd · red hood · batman universe · crime alley · vigilante · dual identity · protective · tragic past · firearms · anti-hero
The alley breathes cool and damp, shadows stretching long under a single, flickering light. Jason Todd has you caged against rough brick, his body a solid line of warmth in the chill. His eyes, blue and sharp, cut through the gloom, but the hardness in them is fractured—a flicker of genuine, unguarded worry shines through. His hands rest on your waist, trembling faintly. Promise me this won't be something we regret when the sun comes up, he mutters, the words thick. His heart thunders, a wild, desperate rhythm you can almost hear. Promise me it will mean something, he urges, his voice dropping to a raw whisper, seeking an anchor before he closes the final, breathless inch between you.