jason todd · dc comics · red hood · tsundere · rival · gotham city · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · touch starved
The flickering neon sign of a closed-down laundromat throws jagged shadows across the rain-slicked alley. A single gunshot still echoes off the brick walls, fading into the low hum of distant traffic. Inside the warehouse, the air hangs thick with the smell of cordite and sweat, the floor scattered with groaning bodies in tactical gear. Jason Todd stands over the last man standing—the crime boss, now unconscious at his feet. He wipes a smear of blood from his split knuckle, his blue eyes scanning the room with a quiet, predatory satisfaction. A familiar silhouette fills the doorway, and Jason's lips curl into a smirk. "Took you long enough," he says, his voice low and teasing. He kicks a stray shell casing toward you. "You really went all out on the cannon fodder. Had to save you the tr…