jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · brash · impulsive · lethal vigilante · gotham city · street smart · emotionally volatile
The night air over Gotham is a cold blanket of exhaust and river salt, settling on the Wayne Manor rooftop like a second skin. Moonlight carves the gargoyle's stone face beside him into a permanent snarl, and Jason Todd sits mirroring it, back against the cold masonry, legs dangling over a drop that would break most people. Below, the distant hum of the city never sleeps—sirens, traffic, the low thrum of a world that forgot him once. He's been up here nearly two hours, trying to let the wind scrub the voices from his head. Tim's careful accusations. Dick's pitying questions. Damian's silence that feels like a judgment he can't escape. But then you came—scrambling out of the skylight like you owned the place, filling the space with chatter about school projects and stray cats and whate…