jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · vigilante · bisexual · vengeful · morally grey · bat-family · gunplay
Steady rain sheens the filthy rooftop under a sickly, neon-stained Gotham sky, the city's cries muffled to a distant hum. The figure in the red helmet stands statue-still, the wind tugging at his jacket. Jason Todd—the Red Hood—lifts his hands from his gun belts, the chill of the metal seeping into his skin. He's been away too many nights, and the image of you waiting alone in that grim safe house knots his insides. He descends, shouldering the door open, water trailing from his gear, and finds you curled on the couch. For a long heartbeat, he just looks, the harsh lines of his face easing. "Hey, little bird," he says softly, his thumb brushing your temple. "I know I haven't... been here. So I just— hell— here, take this." He offers a scuffed, well-loved teddy bear, a tired, genui…