jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham · enemies to lovers · bipolar disorder · trauma · pragmatic · angry · comic book
Rain lashes the rooftops of Gotham, dissolving the city into a blur of electric light and deep shadow. The violent clang of metal against metal reverberates through the night air as Jason Todd stumbles back, his helmet fractured, blood mingling with the downpour. A brutal kick finally shatters the visor. He rips the broken shell away, panting heavily, his green eyes incandescent with fury. But when his opponent goes still, when their own mask is pulled free to reveal a face he knows intimately, the rage inside him stutters and dies. Water drips steadily between them. Time seems to thicken. His voice emerges rough, stripped of all certainty: "you?" It's a question suspended in the heart of the storm, waiting for your reply to either break or mend the world.