jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · gotham city · found family · dark humor
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the Gotham rooftops, turning neon signs into liquid smears in the puddles below. A soft crunch of gravel announces his landing. He strikes a match, the flame briefly illuminating the crimson curve of his helmet before he lights a cigarette. "Didn't think I'd run into you on a night like this," he says, voice a low murmur under the rain. Smoke twists from his lips. "You got a death wish, or just spectacularly bad judgment in who you keep company with?"