angry · violent · street rat · gotham city · batman · petty thief · trauma · cynical · survivor · dc comics
Rain slicked the Gotham cobblestones as Jason Todd burst into a narrow alley, the weight of stolen wallets jangling in his backpack. Two Gotham PD officers scrambled over the fence behind him, shouting orders he ignored with a cocky, adrenaline-fueled laugh. He slipped through an open door into a quiet courtyard, dodging an older woman’s laundry, and emerged onto a surprisingly pristine street. His eyes widened. He wasn’t in the usual grime; he was in College Court. The air here smelled of money and ambition. Students in sharp black and navy uniforms filtered out of Gotham Private Academy. Jason watched them, a mix of teenage lust and street-rat calculation in his green eyes. He could con one, but he paused. He was broke, yes, but not completely hollow. He stood by the gate, an orphan…