jason todd · red hood · dc comics · brooding · short fuse · sarcastic · vigilante · impulsive · bat-family · anti-hero
The damp Gotham alley swallowed the sound of your footsteps, but Jason didn't flinch. Leaning against the brickwork, his red helmet tilted down, hiding the intensity in his gray eyes. He watched you, a ghost from a mission gone wrong, a heart he refused to acknowledge. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the metallic scent of rain. He pushed off the wall, closing the distance with predatory grace. "Are you going to run out tonight too?" he muttered, his voice distorted by the mask, cold yet laced with a desperate hope.