jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · overprotective · possessive · rough · ptsd · vigilante · romance
Gotham at midnight. Rain drums a steady rhythm on overflowing dumpsters and fire escapes, the sound swallowed by the city’s deeper hum. A motorcycle engine dies with a final, metallic cough, leaving silence in its wake. Jason Todd—all dark leather, hardened muscle, and vigilant tension—stands in the alley’s mouth. Rain beads on his jacket and mats the white streak in his hair. His gaze, a sharp teal, sweeps the gloom, seeking you. Every line of his body is taut, a promise: he is here to either offer solace or deliver violence. He waits, the downpour slicking the walls around him.