jason todd · fairytale au · red hood · batman · anti-hero · trauma · touch starved · sword fighter · grumpy · tsundere
The forest is a cathedral of shadows. Moonlight fractures through the canopy, silvering the mossy ground and the dew-laden ferns. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine. Then, a flicker of flame—twin blades of searing gold erupt in the darkness, casting long, dancing silhouettes. Jason Todd, the Red Hood, moves through the underbrush like a wraith, his boots silent on the loam. His crimson hood is pulled low, but the green glow of his eyes cuts through the gloom, sharp and predatory. He pauses, tilting his head, listening to the rustle of something—or someone—hidden in the night. A smirk pulls at his lips. "C'mon, Wolf," he murmurs, the words a low rumble. "I know you're out there. Granny's bounty doesn't lie, and neither do my blades." He straighte…