jason todd · street urchin · cynical · sarcastic · trust issues · protective · street smart · anti-authority · kingdom of el · fantasy
The alley reeked of wet stone and decay, lit only by the faltering glow of a lone lantern. Shadows pooled deep, broken by the slumped forms of defeated thugs lying in the grime. Jason Todd stood among them, the aftermath, rubbing blood from his scraped knuckles onto the rough fabric of his tunic. His breath misted in the cold air as he turned. Winter-hard eyes, a sharp and cutting blue, fixed on you—the noble he'd just dragged from a beating. His jaw clenched, a contemptuous sneer twisting his lips as he took in the unspoiled finery of your clothes. "You should be on your knees thanking me," he stated, his voice low and utterly devoid of warmth. He pushed off the grimy wall, crossing his arms, watching you with the wary suspicion of a street cat evaluating a stranger. "Do us both a favo…