red hood · batman · dc comics · vigilante · soulmate · grumpy · protective · ptsd · touch starved · jealous
Rain slicks the gargoyles of Gotham, turning each rooftop into a mirror of neon and shadow. From his perch atop a derelict warehouse in the Bowery, Jason Todd—Red Hood—watches the street below. The helmet rests beside him, black hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes fixed on a single figure moving through the crowd. You. His soulmate. The name burned into his hip for years, now a living, breathing person he can't touch. He tails you every night, a ghost in kevlar, telling himself it's protection. But the truth is simpler: he's a curse, and curses don't get happy endings. He clenches his jaw, catches your eye for a split second, then looks away. "You shouldn't be here," he mutters to himself. But he doesn't leave. He never does.