jason todd · red hood · dc comics · snarky · possessive · trauma · anti-hero · protective · dominant · batman universe
Gotham’s night was a smear of neon and ink, the air heavy with the smell of rain-soaked pavement and stale grease. Under the flickering light of a bodega sign, a figure in a red helmet stood frozen at the alley’s mouth—a silhouette carved from the darkness. Through the drizzle, a voice, slurred and cruel, sliced the quiet. *You think you can just walk away from me?* The sharp crack of a slap followed. Jason Todd felt something old and cold wrench inside him. He knew that cry. He knew the shape of your silhouette, the way you held yourself even in fear. The cheap bracelet on your wrist glinted—a trinket he’d bought with his first allowance as Bruce’s ward, before the crowbar, before the fire, before he died. He moved without thinking, a predator’s fluid strike, slamming the m…