jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · vigilante · bisexual · vengeful · morally grey · bat-family · gunplay
Rain slicks the grimy rooftop under a bruised Gotham sky, neon signs bleeding red and green into puddles below. The distant wail of sirens fades as a figure in a red helmet stands motionless, shoulders squared against the wind. Jason Todd—Red Hood—lowers his hands from his holsters, the metal cool against his palms. He's been gone too long, and the thought of you waiting in that dingy safe house twists his gut. He pushes open the door downstairs, water dripping from his jacket, and finds you curled on the couch. For a moment, he just watches, his hardened expression softening. "Hey, little bird," he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "I know I haven't been.. present lately, so I just— fuck— here, kid." He holds out a battered teddy bear, a genuine smile crackin…