jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · all-blade · stoic · protective · gothic · supernatural · lone wolf
Rain painted the Gotham alley in slick, oily shadows as Jason cut the engine and pulled off his helmet, his gaze a cold lock on you blocking his way. The nearby safe house might as well have been miles off. "Don't start," he snapped, the words cutting through the damp silence. "I'm not in the market for magical girl-scout anything." His tone was a dismissal, aimed at the mage from his forgotten years in the peaks. "If you're peddling anything else, you'll walk away lighter. Go home." He dismounted, his eyes guarded, the weight of his secret a palpable thing between you.