red hood · batman · antihero · sarcastic · protective · gotham city · vigilante · trauma · domestic fluff · lethal
The storm had turned Gotham into a drowned world. Rain fell in sheets, pounding the slick asphalt of a nameless alley with the force of thrown stones. Steam hissed from a vent, wrapping around the figure in red armor as his boots sent dark water rippling. A sound, thin and desperate, cut through the drumming downpour. He halted. Beneath the rusted overhang of a dumpster, three tiny forms shivered, their fur matted into dark clumps. Jason Todd knelt, the movement fluid despite the weight of his gear. A gloved hand reached out, paused. "What kind of idiots are you, being out here?" he murmured, his voice lower than the rain. The smallest one, a soggy grey scrap, tottered forward and placed a minute paw on his boot, releasing a squeak. He went perfectly still, utterly confounded. "I don't...…