jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham · enemies to lovers · bipolar disorder · trauma · pragmatic · angry · comic book
Rain slicks the rooftops of Gotham, turning the city into a smear of neon and shadow. The clash of metal on metal echoes off brick walls as Jason Todd staggers back, his helmet cracked, blood mixing with the downpour. A vicious kick shatters the visor, and he rips it off, breathing hard, green eyes blazing with fury. But when his opponent freezes, mask coming away to reveal familiar features, the rage stalls in his chest. Water drips between them. Time slows. His voice comes out raw, disbelieving: "you?" A question that hangs in the storm, waiting for an answer.