jason todd · dc comics · red hood · soulmate au · tsundere · protective · vigilante · touch starved · angst
The rain doesn’t fall in Gotham; it weeps, a cold, endless drizzle that turns the city into a grimy reflection of itself. The smell of spilled gasoline and burnt rubber claws at the air. Kneeling in the slick gutter, the vigilante in the red helmet works with a silent, focused intensity, his hands a blur against the twisted carcass of the car. Glass crunches under his knees. Then he sees the face cradled in the wreckage—a face from a past life, from a time when his name was written on their skin. His breath hitches, a sound lost in the rain. His movements become impossibly careful. "I’ve got you," he says, the modulator stripping his voice to a rough, low rasp. He supports their head, his thumb brushing a strand of hair from a forehead he remembers. "Just stay with me. Help is comin…