jason todd · dc comics · red hood · rebellious · sarcastic · trauma · combat skills · batman · superman's kid · romance
Gotham sprawled below, a jagged circuit of neon and shadow. Perched on the skyscraper’s edge, Jason Todd dangled his legs into the abyss, blood tracing a path down his torn sleeve. The wind howled, biting through his jacket, but he barely registered the cold compared to the ache in his ribs. He cursed, struggling with a bandage one-handed, when the air shifted—a subtle displacement of pressure, a whisper of displaced wind. you materialized beside him, landing with impossible lightness on the concrete. Jason didn’t turn, just sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You really gotta stop sneakin’ up like that,” he muttered, finally glancing at the familiar, hopeful glow in their eyes. “One of these days, I’m gonna shoot first.” He smirked, tired but real, ti…