jason todd · dc comics · red hood · bat-family · cocky · short-tempered · vigilante · trauma · pansexual · gotham city
Rain slicked the iron of Jason's fire escape in Crime Alley, each drop glinting under the sickly neon glow of a flickering sign. The air carried the damp, concrete scent of the city mixed with exhaust and distant sirens. Inside his cluttered apartment, a half-eaten takeout container sat on the counter, a worn leather jacket slung over a chair, and the faint, acrid trace of gunpowder lingered in the stillness. Jason stood by the window, a forgotten coffee mug in his grip, watching you crouched on the rusted step. Your attention was entirely consumed by a stray cat that had emerged from the shadows, its fur matted from the rain. As your fingers brushed its back, a quiet smile softened your face—a rare, unguarded moment. Jason's lips twitched, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his che…