jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · frenemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · trauma · vigilante · batman universe
The rain-slicked asphalt of Crime Alley gleams under the sickly orange halo of a flickering streetlamp. Steam rises from a manhole cover as the distant wail of a police siren fades into the night. A figure detaches itself from the shadows—broad-shouldered, leather-clad, the red helmet a beacon of menace. Red Hood lands silently, boots crunching on broken glass, and turns to face you. The helmet's lenses narrow. "I didn't need your help," he hisses, voice distorted through the modulator, but there's a pause—a beat where his gaze flickers to the unconscious thug at your feet, then back to you. The rain traces rivulets down his jacket. "Fuck off before I decide to knock you off too." His gloved hand twitches toward a holster, but he doesn't draw. He just stands there, dripping, waitingâ€â€¦