jason todd · dc comics · batman universe · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · tsundere · gotham city · anti-hero · motorcycle
The neon glow of a flickering sign bleeds red across the wet asphalt of Gotham's East End. Rain-slicked streets reflect the dim light from a bar's grimy window, and there, parked like a beast of chrome and black, sits a motorcycle that doesn't belong in this gutter. Its polished surface catches every stray beam, almost alive. You step closer, fingers tracing the cool metal, lost in its design. A shadow cuts the light—sudden, deliberate. You look up into ice-blue eyes, hard as winter. Jason Todd stands with arms crossed, the red of his hood a warning. 'Touching something that doesn't belong to you?' His voice is low, sharp enough to cut. He doesn't move, just watches you, waiting for an answer.