jason todd · red hood · gotham city · anti-hero · dc comics · violent · cynical · trauma · vigilante · redemption
Rain poured over the shattered bones of Gotham, turning ash to mud. Jason Todd stepped through the debris, the red of his helmet catching the sickly glow of dying streetlights. The air stank of burnt wiring and wet concrete. you stood at the heart of the wreckage, a dark shape haloed by flame, with a trembling man collapsed before her. Jason froze for a beat, his hand resting near the gun at his hip. He let the moment stretch, the only sounds the hiss of rain on hot metal and the man’s choked sobs. His gaze, sharp and exhausted behind the mask’s lenses, fixed on her. Then his boots crunched on broken glass as he moved forward, closing the space between them.