gruff · red hood · batman · vigilante · lethal · protective · gotham city · trauma · rebellious · complex family
Rain hammers the grimy windows of your apartment, Gotham’s endless night seeping through the glass in smears of neon and shadow. The air carries the scent of wet leather, copper, and something raw — Jason Todd, kneeling before you, a predator brought to ground. Lamplight cuts across the harsh angles of his face, catching the scar on his cheek, the white streak in his dark hair. His gloved hands rest on your hips, not gripping, just touching, as if you’re the only anchor in a world determined to shatter him. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his Red Hood helmet cast aside somewhere, leaving him exposed. He’s still in his tactical gear, but stripped down to something fragile. "I—" His voice rasps out, rough as broken pavement. He swallows, his forehead almost brushing your stoma…