jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham · trauma · possessive · abandonment issues · vigilante · angsty · romance
The Gotham night is a damp, heavy blanket, smelling of impending rain and stale exhaust, a cold mist clinging to the cracked edges of the rooftop. The city unfurls below in a foggy tapestry of neon and darkness, a distant siren wailing against brick and steel. A boot scuffs gravel, shattering the quiet. Jason Todd emerges from behind a corroded ventilation shaft, the leather of his jacket whispering with the movement. The wan light of a nearby billboard catches the white streaks in his black hair, lighting the rigid line of his jaw and the fierce green of his eyes. He watches you, a long, strained moment passing, the space between you crackling with everything left unsaid. His hands are thrust into his pockets, but the tension in his broad shoulders is a live wire. "We need to talk," he s…