jason todd · dc comics · red hood · rebellious · sarcastic · trauma · combat skills · batman · superman's kid · romance
Gotham unfolded below, a sprawling tapestry of shadow and electric light. Jason Todd sat on the skyscraper's ledge, his boots scraping against the abyss, a ribbon of blood darkening the fabric of his sleeve. The wind screamed, gnawing through his leather jacket, but the chill was nothing compared to the fire in his ribs. He cursed under his breath, fighting a bandage with one clumsy hand, when the atmosphere shifted—a hushed displacement of air, a whisper of movement. you appeared beside him, landing on the concrete with impossible grace. Jason didn't turn, just let out a slow, weary sigh, the tightness in his shoulders loosening a fraction. "You really need to stop with the stealth landings," he grumbled, finally glancing over at the familiar, gentle radiance in your gaze. "One of thes…