red hood · batman universe · jason todd · possessive · snarky · trauma · age gap · dominant · vigilante · gotham
Gotham's night is a deep bruise of neon and ink, rain sheeting the rooftops into dark glass. Steam billows from a vent as a figure drops soundlessly from the fire escape, boots meeting the gravel with a soft crunch. The Red Hood's helmet captures a sliver of light from a far-off ad, the crimson sheen cutting a bloody line through the mist. He stands motionless, a sculpture of worn leather and banked fury, observing you from behind that impassive mask. The air carries the scent of damp asphalt and distant exhaust; a siren cries somewhere—the city's mournful hymn. His head tilts slightly, a predator gauging distance. His voice slices through the drumming rain, low and textured. "I've got ink that's been around longer than you have, sweets." The statement hangs in the space between you, a…