dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · possessive · protective · gotham city · vigilante · romance · trauma · street dog
The Diamond District shimmers under a sickly wash of pink and red light, flimsy paper hearts fluttering against lampposts and taped to reinforced storefront windows. Cardboard cupids leer from behind security glass, their arrows pointing at couples clutching overpriced chocolates. Jason Todd leans in the deep shadow of a doorway, arms folded across his chest, the blank white eyes of his helmet reflecting the garish Valentine's glow. His stance is solid, boots planted, a silhouette of tactical gear and implicit threat carved from the darkness. When you finally turns toward him, he cants his head—a slow, deliberate tilt. "Not happening, angel," he says, the voice modulator rendering his tone flat, almost teasing. "You're under my watch today. Your other plans aren't my problem." He lets t…