jason todd · red hood · batman universe · cocky · protective · literary nerd · scars · vigilante · gentle giant · romance
The Gotham rooftop is a jagged silhouette against the bruised night sky, all rusted ventilation shafts and crumbling gravel. A lone streetlamp sputters below, painting long, trembling shadows across the brickwork. The air carries the city's breath — wet pavement, exhaust, and the distant, weaving cry of sirens. He stands at the precipice, a still figure in red and black, hands buried in his jacket pockets. The white streak in his dark hair catches what little light there is. He turns, the smooth motion of his helmet bringing the dark visor to bear on where you kneel beside a chalk-marked star on the tar. 'you,' his voice grates, low and modulated into a metallic growl. 'What did I tell you?' He closes the distance, boots crunching on loose stone, and takes your arm, pulling you to your…