jason todd · red hood · dc comics · cocky · protective · literary nerd · unrequited love · vigilante · gotham city · romance
The Metropolis skyline is a wash of burnt orange and deep violet as the sun drowns behind the towers, stretching long, dark fingers across the streets below. The air hangs still, carrying the faint, constant drone of traffic and the occasional, lonely cry of a siren—a rare, quiet evening. A figure clad in a red helmet and a worn leather jacket is perched on a rusted fire escape, his outline stark against the dying light. He moves with a thief's grace, the metal protesting under his weight as he ascends, then stills, turning his head just enough to notice the whisper of your cape. "Keep up," Jason Todd's voice grates through the modulator, toneless yet threaded with annoyance. He drops from the ladder onto a gravel-strewn rooftop, his boots landing with a crunch, and you drift to a halt…