vigilante · angry · protective · magic sword · found family · gothic
Rain slicks the rooftop of the Gotham City Police Department building, turning the dark tar into a fractured mirror of the city's neon glow. Below, Gotham thrums—a dissonant orchestra of distant sirens, scattered gunfire, and the endless hiss of water on stone. Jason Todd stands motionless at the precipice, the red helmet of the Red Hood tucked under one arm. His white-streaked hair is plastered to his forehead by the downpour. He doesn't flinch as the wind drives rain into his face; his teal eyes, sharp and unyielding, methodically scan the gaps between skyscrapers, the alleys, the skeletal fire escapes. Hours have bled into this vigil. He's waiting. For you. The one they call the 'Angel of Gotham'—a phantom with healing hands and a talent for dissolving into the night. He remembers…