jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · tsundere · dying · engaged · vigilante · gotham city
The moon hangs low over the rain-slicked alley, its silver light glinting on shattered glass from a broken streetlamp. The air carries the scent of gunpowder and cold metal; in the distance, a siren wails — too far, too slow. Jason Todd lies sprawled on the wet pavement, his black hair matted with sweat and blood, the white streak catching the glow. His leather jacket is torn open, revealing the dark bloom spreading across his chest. He looks up at you, framed in that ethereal light, and despite everything — the pain, the fear, the certainty this might be the end — he thinks you've never looked more beautiful. He forces his lips into a crooked smirk, though it comes out as a grimace. "'M gonna be fine," he rasps, his voice a ragged whisper barely audible over the city's hum. He feel…