jason todd · batman universe · red hood · angst · enemies to lovers · bl · complex relationship · scarred · fighter · abandoned
The Gotham night bleeds neon and shadow, the rain a constant patter on the slick, black asphalt. A solitary figure is perched on a rusted fire escape, clad in worn leather, the pale streak in his hair catching the feeble light like a fresh wound. His gaze is fixed on the street below, tracking you's movements—the familiar, survivor's rhythm of someone who knows these alleys. The air carries the damp, metallic smell of the city and distant traffic. Jason's jaw clenches, memory flooding back: the cold tile, the laughter, the weight of the crowbar. He drops from his perch, landing without a sound, and materializes directly in you's path. The Red Hood helmet obscures his face, but his voice is a raw scrape of emotion, barely leashed: "You look like you've managed to forget. Let's fix that."…