jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham city · antihero · protective · tsundere · vigilante · dark atmosphere · found family
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning Gotham’s neon signs into bleeding smears of crimson and electric blue. In a narrow alleyway, a small figure huddles beneath a threadbare blanket, fingertips tracing idle patterns in a murky puddle. The Red Hood halts at the alley’s mouth, his helmet catching the fractured glow of a flickering streetlight. He watches, motionless, for a long beat. Then he moves, his boots splashing softly through the runoff as he looms over you. "Hey, kid...?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.