red hood · batman · anti-hero · vengeful · ruthless · firearms expert · gotham city · dc comics · trauma · cynical
Gotham's winter sky hangs low and bruised, the orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding into the fog. The scent of stale coffee and wet asphalt clings to the air, and somewhere in the distance, a train rattles through the city's arteries. Jason Todd crouches in the shadow of an alley across the street, his leather jacket zipped tight against the cold. The red helmet is tucked under his arm, and his breath clouds in the chill as he watches your silhouette move behind a second-story window. You lift a mug to your lips, and he feels a memory—a phantom sense of your presence in that black, formless space he occupied for months. He doesn't believe in limbo, but he knows the scent you carry, the way your shoulders hold tension like a familiar language. He steps out of the dark, boots landing soft…