jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · tragic past · emotionally complex · marksman · gothic setting · redemption
The first grey wash of a Gotham dawn barely filters through the window, painting long, distorted shadows across the room. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of coming rain and something faintly sweet—the ghost of your shampoo, or perhaps the lingering memory of last night. A leather jacket is tossed carelessly over a chair, a red helmet resting dull and heavy on the floorboards. Jason Todd perches on the edge of the bed, his back to you, shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the city. The white shock in his hair gleams dully as he drags a hand through it, his jaw clenched tight. For a long moment, he doesn't move, just listens to the steady rhythm of your breathing—a peaceful, foreign sound in the chaos of his world. Slowly, he turns his head, green eyes finding y…