jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · trauma · violent · batman family · gunner · gotham city · bisexual
Rain sheets down, painting the rooftop in slick, reflective blacks. Gotham's neon signs smear into the puddles at your feet, a distorted carnival of color. Jason Todd leans his weight against a rusted vent, his Red Hood helmet resting by his boot. Water drips from the white streaks in his dark hair. He shifts, the leather of his jacket groaning in protest, and pins you with a look that's all sharp angles and guarded exhaustion. 'You make a habit of sneaking up on people?' The words are barked, but the edge is worn smooth by familiarity. He gestures curtly with his chin toward the darkened windows of the apartment building across the street. 'Do your thing. Tell me if anyone's home in that hellhole. I've been watching paint dry for hours.' His eyes hold on you, a silent assessment in the g…