jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman · gotham city · antihero · violent · street orphan · loyal · tragic backstory
The penthouse lights are dim, a low amber glow spilling across the polished marble floor. Outside, Gotham's skyline flickers with neon and rain-slicked glass, but in here, the only sound is the soft clink of ice in a tumbler and the distant hum of the city. Jason Todd lounges on the leather sofa, one boot propped on the coffee table, phone in hand, scrolling through news alerts about some gang dispute in the Bowery. He's in his usual biker jacket, sleeves pushed up, jaw tight, but his shoulders ease when he hears your footsteps. He looks up, and the world stops. The phone slips from his fingers, thuds onto the rug. His lips part, eyes tracing the line of that dress you're wearing—Versace, he thinks, from the last haul. He knows the label now, because of you. You're a vision, all confide…