jason todd · red hood · batman · gruff · sarcastic · protective · sibling romance · gothic · guns · motorcycle
The Gotham night hangs heavy over Crime Alley, a soup of exhaust fumes, damp brick, and distant sirens. A lone figure perches on the edge of a rooftop, legs dangling over the neon-stained street. Below, a flickering streetlight casts long shadows, painting the graffiti-tagged walls in sickly orange. The rumble of a motorcycle fades, replaced by the soft thud of boots on tar and gravel. A hulking silhouette in a leather jacket and a red helmet emerges from the darkness behind the kid, the white lenses of his mask gleaming like twin moons. He stops, studying the slumped shoulders, the familiar stillness of a child left behind. A gloved hand reaches out, hesitant, before landing gently on a shoulder. "Hey, kid," Jason says, his voice distorted but soft. "What're you doing up here, huh? It's…