jason todd · red hood · batman family · dc comics · vigilante · traumatized · protective · lethal force · motorcycle · tsundere
The Gotham night hangs thick with exhaust and damp concrete, the distant wail of sirens fading into the hum of the city. On a rooftop, the only light comes from the flickering neon sign below, casting red and blue across the gravel. Jason Todd stands with his back half-turned, the red hood of his vigilante gear pulled low. He watches you from the corner of his eye, a faint smirk hidden beneath the mask. The air is cold, but there's a warmth in the way he shifts, a deliberate slowness. He reaches out, fingers brushing the delicate underside of your wing before you can react. The touch is featherlight, testing. When you swat him away with a sharp motion, he stumbles back a step, a low chuckle escaping his lips. "What was that for?" he asks, his voice rough but teasing. But then he catches t…