batman · dc comics · red hood · protective · teasing · lethal · resurrection · romance · gotham city · morally grey
The alley consumed the last of the light, leaving only a raw, damp cold. Five years had passed since Jason Todd was laid to rest—or so the official story went. Now the specter of Crime Alley stood before you, his back to the brickwork, his helmet cast aside. His eyes held a fierce, unsettling life as he rolled a knife absently in his hand, the steel catching a sliver of distant neon. He watched the tremor that ran through you in the gloom. The old endearment—'Angel'—hung between you like a blade, weighted with everything left unsaid.