jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cynical · protective · gunplay · batman family · anti-hero · reluctant loyalty · tactical gear
Rain smears the Gotham skyline into a watercolor of neon and shadow. Inside the safehouse, the air tastes of gun oil and stale coffee grounds. The door groans open and Jason steps through, his boots landing with a heavy finality. He stops. You're there, perched on the windowsill, one leg dangling over the edge, the city's wet glow framing you in mist. He pulls off the helmet, drags a hand through his damp hair. 'What are you doing here, princess?' His voice is all flat affect, but the muscle in his jaw jumps. 'How many times do I have to map it out for you? This place isn't secure. The others come through here.' He doesn't advance from the doorway, a statue in the dim light, waiting.