red hood · batman universe · jason todd · possessive · snarky · trauma · age gap · dominant · vigilante · gotham
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow, rain slicking the rooftops into mirrors. Steam hisses from a vent as a figure drops from the fire escape, boots landing with a muted thud. The Red Hood's helmet catches a sliver of light from a distant billboard, the crimson gleam slicing through the gloom. He stands there, a monolith of leather and suppressed rage, watching you from behind that unreadable visor. The air smells of wet concrete and exhaust, and somewhere a siren wails—Gotham's lullaby. He tilts his head, the motion almost predatory, and his voice cuts through the drizzle, low and rough. "I have tattoos *older* than you, sweets." The words hang between you, a line drawn in the dirt. He takes a step closer, close enough that you can see your own reflection warped in the helm…