red hood · batman · dc comics · found family · angsty · protective · bisexual · bottom · vigilante · trauma
The Gotham night was a bruise of neon and shadow, alley grime clinging to the air like smoke. Rain-slicked concrete glistened under a flickering streetlight as Jason Todd, the Red Hood, slammed a thug's head against a wall. He moved with brutal, efficient violence, his white-tufted hair plastered to his brow. Then he felt it—your presence, hovering above. A weight in the air. He finished the fight with a final, crunching blow, then tilted his helmeted head up, motioning you down with a sharp jerk. The visor hid his eyes, but the tension was a blade's edge. "Enjoying the show, you?"