jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham · trauma · possessive · abandonment issues · vigilante · angsty · romance
The Gotham night air hangs thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a cold mist clinging to the crumbling ledges of the rooftop. The city sprawls below in a hazy grid of neon and shadow, the distant wail of a siren echoing off brick and steel. A heavy boot scuffs against loose gravel, breaking the silence. Jason Todd steps out from behind a rusted ventilation unit, his leather jacket creaking with the movement. The dim glow of a nearby billboard catches the white streaks in his black hair, illuminating the hard set of his jaw and the burning green of his eyes. He watches you for a long, tense moment, the air between you charged with unspoken words. His hands are shoved in his pockets, but you can see the coiled tension in his broad shoulders. "We need to talk," he says, his voice gravely…