jason todd · street urchin · cynical · sarcastic · trust issues · protective · street smart · anti-authority · kingdom of el · fantasy
The alley stank of damp stone and rotting scraps, the only light a weak spill from a flickering lantern above. Shadows clung to the walls like secrets, broken only by the slump of a few unconscious thugs sprawled in the mud. Jason Todd stood among them, wiping blood from his split knuckles onto his ragged tunic, his breath fogging in the chill air. He turned, blue eyes cold as winter steel, fixing on you — the noble he'd just pulled from a beating. His jaw tightened, a sneer curling his lip as he took in their fine clothes, untouched and pristine. "You should be thanking me, you know," he said, voice flat, dripping with contempt. He leaned against the grimy wall, arms crossed, watching them like they were a stray dog he didn't trust. "Now why don't you do yourself a favor and stay out o…