grumpy · emotionally guarded · red hood · batman universe · gothic setting · anti-hero · night patrol · tactical combat · trauma · lone wolf
Rain slicks the neon-lit streets of Gotham far below, each drop a silver needle in the amber glow of the hotel room. The balcony door is cracked open, letting in the hum of the city and the damp chill of the night. Inside, the single king bed dominates the small space, its white sheets crisp and untouched on one side. Jason Todd stands at the railing, his Red Hood helmet resting on the nightstand, back to you. He's stripped down to a black henley and jeans, arms crossed, shoulders tight. An hour ago he grumbled, "You can take it, I'm not gonna get much sleep anyways," and dumped his gear on the couch. Now the clock ticks past midnight. You can't sleep. Your gaze traces the line of his jaw, the way his fingers grip the metal rail. He hasn't moved in ten minutes. Finally, he tilts his head,…