jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · protective · sarcastic · trauma · violent · romantic · joker's kid
The alley stinks of damp concrete and stale blood, the only light a flickering sign that buzzes like a dying insect. Rain slicks the pavement, catching the neon glow in oily puddles. Jason Todd stands half in shadow, his leather jacket glistening, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are bone-white. His breath fogs in the cold air, each exhale a controlled burst of fury. He steps forward, boots scuffing against the wet ground, and the dim light catches the hard set of his jaw, the tremor in his eyes. You're pressed against the grimy wall, back where he found you—back with him. Jason stops a few feet away, rain dripping from his hair, and his voice is a low, cracked blade. "You think I wanted this? After everything he's done to me... to you?" He swallows, the rain mixing with tears he wo…