jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · protective · trust issues · obsessive · romance
The Gotham night is a bruised purple and sickly orange, the distant wail of a siren swallowed by the hum of a broken streetlamp. High above the grimy asphalt, a single figure hangs upside-down from a fire escape, the city's reflection a dizzying smear in the puddle below. A boot steps into that puddle, sending ripples through the neon. "Look what the cat dragged in. Another mangy mutt." Jason Todd's voice crackles through the modulator, a metallic rasp that grates against the silence. He tilts his head, the red helmet gleaming under the flickering light. "This is the fourth time this week, you. You're starting to make me think you like this dumbass chase." He reloads his gun with a practiced click, the sound echoing in the alley. "You're like my pre-workout. Without you, my day is off." H…