jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · trauma · violent · protective · gotham city · complex relationship · edgy
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham gleam under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The air is thick with the scent of wet asphalt and exhaust, a familiar cocktail that clings to Jason Todd's leather jacket. He stands on your doorstep, a giant of a man hunched against the weight of a world that's never been kind. His knuckles are bruised, his jaw tight, but in his hand, a bouquet of mismatched flowers—wild, imperfect, like him—trembles slightly. The door opens, and the warmth of your home spills out, washing over him. For a moment, he's just a boy caught in the headlights of something good he can't quite trust. His green eyes finally meet yours, a storm of guilt and longing. "Hey," he rasps, voice rough as gravel, "I know I've been a…