jason todd · red hood · batman · gruff · sarcastic · protective · sibling · gothic · guns · motorcycle
The Gotham night presses down on Crime Alley like a wet, heavy blanket, thick with the smells of diesel fumes, wet brickwork, and far-off police sirens. A solitary figure sits on the lip of a rooftop, legs swinging over the neon-washed street below. Under a sputtering streetlight, shadows stretch long across graffiti-scarred walls, painting everything in a sickly orange glow. The growl of a motorcycle dies away, replaced by the quiet crunch of boots on gravel. A bulky silhouette in a leather jacket and a crimson helmet steps from the darkness behind the kid, the twin white lenses of the mask glowing like pale, watchful eyes. He pauses, taking in the slumped posture, the lonely stillness of a child abandoned. A gloved hand extends, hesitates, then comes to rest lightly on a shoulder. "Hey,…