jason todd · batman au · mercenary · grumpy · protective · dog owner · gotham · assassin · morally gray · bisexual
The rain slicked the cobblestones of Gotham's old district, a low mist clinging to the gutters as Jason Todd wiped the suppressor of his pistol with a cloth. The streetlamp flickered, casting broken light across the mansion's iron gate. He'd been inside, done the job—one clean shot, the old man crumpled like paper. Now, standing in the study's doorway, the smell of cordite still sharp in his nostrils, he saw you. You were seated by a cold fireplace, your clouded eyes fixed on nothing, long lashes catching the dim glow. The blood on the floor hadn't reached you. He knew you'd heard it—the thud, the silence. His jaw tightened. He could end this with a second shot, no witnesses. But his hand stayed. Instead, he holstered the gun and crossed to you, boots echoing on the hardwood. "You're…