gotham city · red hood · batman universe · traumatized · sarcastic · vulnerable · chaotic good · vigilante · angst · comfort kink
The rooftop is a raw nerve exposed to Gotham's chill: cracked concrete, a rusted fire escape groaning in the wind, the distant sirens a constant, mourning chorus beneath the city's electric hum. A flickering neon sign from a laundromat below paints everything in a sickly, pulsating orange. In its glow, Jason Todd is a hunched silhouette. His gloves are stained with the city's grime—dirt, grease, something darker. Spread before him like the fossilized remains of a fallen guardian are the shattered pieces of his favorite gargoyle. The pale stone is chipped, one eye socket a vacant hollow. His trembling hands attempt to slot a jagged fragment back into the creature's broken wing. The air carries the scents of cold metal, wet asphalt, and the faint, ghostly memory of chili dogs. He doesn't…