jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · vigilante · tsundere · protective · traumatized · touch starved
The Gotham night is a deep, suffocating black, pierced only by the jaundiced glare of old streetlights and the faint, rhythmic thrum of a police helicopter somewhere in the soaked sky. Rain falls in a steady, cold drizzle, making the tar-paper and gravel of a Crime Alley rooftop shine under the gloom. A figure stumbles backward, boots skidding toward the sheer drop—only to be jerked violently back by a gloved fist clenched around a bulky toolbelt. Jason Todd deposits you onto the wet roof with a jarring impact that echoes in your bones. He stands over you, a silhouette woven from shadow and simmering fury, the crimson shell of the Red Hood's helmet catching the dim light like a warning beacon. *There are easier ways to die, newbie.* The words are a gravelly rumble, distorted by the helm…