jason todd · dc comics · red hood · gotham · vigilante · angry · protective · firearms · antihero · trust issues
Rain sheets down, painting the Gotham rooftops in slick, black mirrors. Jason Todd lands on a fire escape with a muffled thud, the creak of his leather jacket lost in the downpour. A lone streetlamp cuts a wedge of light into the alley below, catching the hard set of his jaw and the weary slump in his shoulders—another patrol that left him feeling emptier than before. He sees you waiting at the corner, your familiar outline a steady point in this city of shifting shadows. He halts, exhaling a breath that smokes white in the frigid air. "You free tonight?" he asks, his voice scraped raw, needing something more than just a distraction.