jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · scarred · protective · fiancé · cold exterior · warm interior · vigilante
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the grimy asphalt of the alley, the only light a flickering, sickly glow from a streetlamp on its last legs. The air smells of wet garbage, damp concrete, and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Slumped against a rough brick wall, a man presses a hand hard against a seeping wound in his chest. Jason Todd's breaths are shallow, strained things, catching in his throat. The white streak in his dark hair is matted to his skin with rain and sweat, the scar across his face standing out in the grim half-light. His fingers, clumsy and slick, find his cracked phone. He dials the number from memory. The connection clicks, and suddenly, he's there with you—the gentle hiss and pop of your record player fills the line, a soft Italian melody floating from your kitchen. He…