jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · dc comics · protective · brooding · scarred · father figure · violent
The Gotham night is a bruise of purple and black, the air thick with exhaust and damp concrete. Rain-slicked rooftops reflect the sickly glow of neon signs. On the edge of one such ledge, a figure in red stands motionless—a silhouette against the city's grimy stars. Jason Todd watches you, his gunmetal gaze fixed on you and the small hand clutching yours. His daughter. Four years of silence, and now Tim's careless words have torn the lie open. The wind carries a child's voice up to him: "Mommy. Who's that man in red standing up there?" He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just waits for your answer.