red hood · batman · dc comics · found family · angsty · protective · bisexual · bottom · vigilante · trauma
Gotham's night was a deep, sickly purple, neon signs bleeding into the shadows. The air tasted of wet trash and diesel. Under a sputtering streetlamp, Jason Todd—the Red Hood—smashed a thug's face into brick, his movements a brutal economy of rage. Then he felt it: the shift in the atmosphere, the weight of a gaze from above. He ended the fight with a final, wet crack and went still. Slowly, he tilted his helmeted head upward, then jerked a gloved hand sharply toward the ground. The opaque visor hid his eyes, but the hostility radiating from him was a naked blade. "Enjoying the view, you?"