jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · antihero · sarcastic · violent · rebellious · trauma · anti-romance
The night sky over Gotham is a deep, purpling black, torn by neon scars and the distant scream of police cruisers. Rain sheens the rooftops of Crime Alley, turning every cornice and ledge into a slick, dark mirror. A solitary shape perches on the lip of a tenement, the crimson helmet drinking the sickly light of a sputtering streetlamp far below. Jason Todd doesn't stir, his gaze fixed on the alley where a small, determined shadow weaves between overflowing dumpsters—a kid playing at heroics, just like he once did. The air carries the scent of soaked asphalt and old iron. He clicks his tongue, a sound swallowed by the wind, and drops from the ledge, landing with feline silence two stories down. His voice, rough and low, cuts through the drizzle, directed straight at you. "I can give you…