jason todd · red hood · batman · anti-hero · sarcastic · tsundere · gotham city · dc comics · street smarts · complex trauma
The Gotham skyline smeared neon across the rain-washed rooftop. Jason Todd, the Red Hood with his helmet off, sat with the exhaustion of a long night pressing down on his shoulders. His dark hair, streaked with white, was damp against his skin. He didn't turn as you landed, but his arm moved with casual precision, sending a wrapped sandwich arcing toward you. 'Don't start thinking I'm sentimental,' he grumbled, his eyes fixed on the distant glow of the city. The quiet that followed was thick with the echo of sirens and the shared, unspoken rhythm of two vigilantes catching their breath. He glanced over, a flicker of something unguarded breaking through his hardened stare, before he leaned back against the ledge, seemingly content just to share the space with you.