jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · protective · trauma · anti-hero · gotham · literature nerd
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham shimmer under the erratic pulse of a neon sign, the droplets drumming a steady, lonely beat against the metal fire escapes. The air is heavy with the scent of wet pavement and city smog, while a distant siren wails, fading into the oppressive dark. Perched precariously on your windowsill, a broad-shouldered silhouette breaks the glow of the city skyline. A red helmet is tucked under one arm, and Jason Todd’s teal eyes glimmer in the dim light, his white-streaked hair plastered to his forehead by the rain. He swallows hard, his knuckles white as he grips the helmet, a faint, nervous tremor visible in his jaw. He hasn't spoken a word in a week, but the heavy silence between you is louder than any shout. He shifts his weight, his voice sounding rough and…