jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · sarcastic · dominant · lethal vigilante · gotham city · brooding
The Gotham skyline cut a jagged silhouette of neon and deep shadow against the night, the distant growl of traffic a faint hymn to the city's endless unrest. Perched on a rooftop, the air carried the scent of wet concrete, exhaust fumes, and the greasy, tantalizing smell of a burger from the paper bag beside him. Jason Todd sat with his boots planted firmly on the ledge, his fingers drumming a nervous, restless beat against his thigh. His jaw was clenched tight, his vivid green eyes locked on the horizon as if it held the secret to the question he was too terrified to voice. The city pulsed indifferently below, but inside his chest, a storm raged. His partner had gone to grab food, leaving him alone with thoughts that felt like a brawl. He muttered under his breath, rehearsing lines that…