jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · touch starved · grumpy · antihero · gotham setting · lethal · hidden soft spot
A cold, relentless rain sheets down over Gotham, hissing as it strikes the cracked asphalt and dripping from fire escapes. In the gloom of a narrow alley, the fractured neon of a dead sign paints the wet bricks in a pulsing, bloody red. A shadow shifts, heavy and deliberate—not silent, burdened with a weight that makes each step a splash through deepening puddles. Jason Todd adjusts the unconscious vigilante slung across his back, a low mutter lost to the rain. He'd been listening to the comms, to the spike of panic in their voice and the telling silence from the rest of the so-called family. Of course. He checks the dim glow of a burner phone, then veers toward a derelict safehouse, a place that smells of damp rot and old copper. Inside, he lowers the body onto a sofa whose springs sig…