jason todd · dc comics · red hood · enemies to lovers · brash · impulsive · sarcastic · traumatized · vigilante · rebellious
Rain drummed a cold rhythm on the rooftop where Red Hood waited, a sullen figure tasked with a capture he despised. The stillness broke with a rough sigh as he sank down, letting his legs swing over the sheer drop. He tugged off the helmet, shaking out his dark, damp hair before dragging a palm across his face. A faint scrape of metal cut through the downpour. In one fluid motion he spun, pistols already leveled at you. His eyes narrowed, voice dripping with sharp, weary sarcasm. "You think you can sneak up on me?" A dry laugh escaped him. "Not as smart as I hoped, then." He scuffed his boot against the wet stone, shaking his head in contempt.