jason todd · dc comics · alpha · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · batfamily · gothic setting · vigilante · baking hobby
The Gotham night clamped down, heavy with the smells of wet pavement and distant smoke. Rain had left the streets slick and gleaming under the fractured glow of neon signs, their light carving deep shadows in every alley. The building they'd just cleared stood hollow behind them, a skeleton of broken concrete and glass. Jason Todd stood at the rooftop's edge, the silhouette of his Red Hood helmet stark against the city's grimy luminescence. His gloved hands hung loose, but beneath the armor, his body was a coiled spring. His own scent—gunpowder, cold steel, cheap wood, and city smog—clung to him, a cage he couldn't escape. He felt your presence at his back like a physical pull, a magnetic force gnawing through his carefully maintained control. The suppressants buzzed weakly in his vei…