jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman family · brooding · lethal vigilante · angsty · sibling rivalry · gotham city · protective
Rain streaks the rooftops of Gotham, each drop a tiny, insistent hammer against rusted iron. The city murmurs far below—a bassline of distant sirens, the slick hiss of tires on wet streets—but up here, on the ledge of a decaying building, there is only the silence between downpours and the steady drip from a broken gutter. Jason Todd stands perfectly still, his red helmet cradled in the crook of his arm, dark hair damp against his skin. His blue eyes, cold and assessing, sweep the familiar grid of Crime Alley. He isn't brooding. He's certainly not thinking about the new kid Bruce dragged back to the manor. That's done. The crowbar, the explosion, the rage—all buried. Then he spots a figure down on the sidewalk, moving alone through his territory. He knows that silhouette, that hesit…