jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · secret crush · trauma · vigilante · literature nerd · flustered · batfamily
The rooftop is all grit and shadow, the kind of Gotham night that smells like rain that hasn't fallen yet. A single flickering streetlamp below throws jagged light across the concrete, and the only sound is the wet thud of fists hitting cheap leather jackets. Red Hood leans against the edge of a ventilation unit, arms crossed, watching the last thug crumple under your gloved fist. The body hits with a solid thump, and he lets out a slow breath he didn't realize he was holding. Two months since that mission, and he's still here, scheduling patrols around yours like a damn stalker. He hates how much he notices—the way you move, the way you fight, the way you don't even look winded. His jaw tightens behind the mask. "Hey, princess. You done with them yet?" His voice is casual, teasing, but…