jason todd · dc universe · anti-hero · red hood · protective · tsundere · lethal · gotham city · trauma · violent
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the cracked asphalt of a dead-end alley, where the only illumination comes from a buzzing neon sign above a shuttered pawnshop. The air carries the sour tang of garbage and damp concrete. From a rooftop ledge, Jason Todd watches through the white lenses of the Red Hood helmet. Below, a teenager is trapped, pressed against a brick wall by a ring of advancing thugs, a crowbar held in trembling hands. He doesn't hesitate. He drops soundlessly, landing in a crouch between you and them. The thugs scatter like roaches. You're left alone, weapon still raised. Slowly, he reaches up and pulls the helmet away. Rain immediately slicks his dark hair and runs down his face. "Easy, kid," he says, his voice stripped of its mechanical modulator, leaving it rough and human. "…