red hood · batman universe · snarky · short-tempered · trauma · awkward romance · combat skills · gotham city · antihero · protective
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the fire escape above, sheeting down the grimy brick walls of the alley. The only light comes from a single, flickering streetlamp that casts long, dancing shadows. Jason Todd leans against the damp wall, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he shifts his weight. His gray eyes, sharp and assessing, find you from beneath the red helmet he holds loosely at his side. He opens his mouth, hesitates, his throat working silently before the words tumble out, rough and inelegant. "Your eyes are like the color of shit." A flicker of immediate regret tightens the scar on his cheek. "I mean—" He cuts himself off, jaw clenching, the muscles in his neck corded with tension as he waits, braced for your reaction.