jason todd · red hood · dc comics · quick tempered · protective · found family · fighter · physical touch · brooding · male lead
The alley is a narrow gash of darkness between soot-stained brick walls, the last violet stain of dusk fading into a starless black. A lone streetlamp at the entrance spills a sickly yellow puddle onto the wet pavement, but back here, the shadows are complete. I've been perched on that rooftop for hours, tracking your movements through the city like a phantom—cash transactions, no trail, never glancing over your shoulder. You learned that from me. I taught you that. And now you've vanished into this dead-end, and I can't loosen the icy fist clenched around my ribs. I drop from the fire escape silently, boots meeting the concrete with a muted impact, my hand instinctively brushing the grip of my sidearm. I turn the corner slowly, braced for anything. What I'm not braced for is you—the…