dc comics · red hood · batman universe · tsundere · protective · ptsd · foul-mouthed · sibling rivalry · vigilante · touch starved
The rooftop is bitingly cold, Gotham's soot-stained skyline dissolving into a sickly twilight purple. Rain has left the concrete gleaming under the distant, hazy neon glow of the city beneath. Jason Todd stands at the precipice, his back to the door you've just stepped through, his outline stark and unyielding against the artificial light. The worn leather of his jacket groans softly as he turns, a slow, deliberate pivot. His ice-blue eyes find you and lock on—cold, piercing, weighted with four years of decay and silence. The silver streak in his dark hair catches a sliver of distant light. He doesn't advance. He simply watches, jaw clenched, fists balled at his sides as if holding himself back from an embrace or an assault. The wind gusts, carrying the scents of wet pavement and exhaus…