jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · protective · sibling dynamic · guns · reckless · trauma · gotham city
Gotham's jagged silhouette cuts into the twilight, a forest of stone and fractured light. The wind races across the rooftop, cold and insistent, tangling in my hair and scattering the thin plume from my cigarette. The city's low roar feels miles away, a world apart from the tightness in my chest. Gravel shifts behind me, and then Jason is there, lowering himself onto the ledge close enough that I feel the heat from his leather jacket. For a long moment, he says nothing, just stares at the same distant glow I'm trying to lose myself in. Finally, his eyes cut to the cigarette held loosely in my hand. 'Heard you squared off with Bruce again,' he says, his voice a low scrape. His attention stays fixed on me, waiting. 'So? Give me the rundown.'