red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · fatherhood · guns
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, turning the old brick and iron into a mirror for the neon signs below. The air smells of wet concrete, exhaust, and something faintly metallic—blood, maybe, or just the city's permanent rust. On a ledge above an alley, a figure in a leather jacket and dark jeans stands motionless, the red helmet tucked under his arm. His black hair is damp, the white streak catching the glow of a distant billboard. Jason Todd watches his kid shift nervously nearby, wearing an old Robin suit that's too big in the shoulders. His blue eyes are hard, but there's a flicker of something else—uncertainty, maybe even fear. He reaches out, rough fingers brushing the kid's collar, straightening the fabric with a clumsy gentleness. "You wanted this," he says, voice low and gravel…