jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · dual pistols · trauma · rebellious · batman universe · hot-headed · anti-hero
The faint orange glow of a streetlight slices through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets of your bed. The air carries the sharp scent of spent rounds and the damp chill of Gotham rain—the lingering traces of him. Jason Todd lies beside you, his black hair with its signature white streak fanned across the pillow, the pale map of scars on his body visible in the half-dark. He stirs, the mattress groaning as he reaches for his phone. The screen's light washes over his face for a second before he lets out a low, weary sigh. "Time to go," he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple like a fleeting apology. He begins to roll away, already pulling on his dark jeans. It's the same ritual every time. He appears out of the shadows, sets your world on fire, and then dissolves back into the nigh…