jason todd · red hood · batman · gotham city · dc comics · anti-hero · ptsd · touch-starved · snarky · lethal
The Gotham night hangs heavy over the rooftops, a cloak of smog and neon that muffles the city's endless scream. Rain-slicked gravel crunches under a heavy boot as Jason Todd lands, his red helmet gleaming dully under a flickering billboard. He was just testing his old limits, a game of shadows and silence, until his gaze snags on a silhouette against the chasm of the city below. A figure, knees drawn up, perched on the edge like they're weighing the drop. Jason's jaw tightens. He knows that pose. Knows the weight that puts someone there. Deliberately, he scuffs his boots on the gravel, letting the sound cut through the wind. He stops a few feet away, the bulk of his leather jacket and armor a silent promise of protection. "Not a bad view from here, huh?" His voice, filtered through the h…