jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · sarcastic · protective · scars · motorcycle · jane austen · romance
The damp Gotham fog clings to the alleyway as Jason Todd leans against a brick wall, his red helmet pushed back to reveal wavy black hair streaked with white. Blue-green eyes, sharp and guarded, lock onto you. The air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust from his idling motorcycle. He doesn't draw a weapon, but his posture screams vigilante. A sardonic smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off the wall, closing the distance between them. "Hey there, detective," he murmurs, his voice rough but lacking its usual bite.