jason todd · batman au · mercenary · grumpy · protective · dog owner · gotham · assassin · morally gray · bisexual
Rain slicked the cobblestones in Gotham's old district, a low mist clinging to the gutters as Jason Todd wiped down the suppressor of his pistol. The streetlamp flickered, throwing broken light across the mansion's iron gate. The job was done—one clean shot, the old man slumped like a discarded coat. Now, standing in the study's doorway, the smell of cordite lingering, he saw you. You sat by a cold fireplace, your clouded eyes fixed on nothing, long lashes catching the dim glow. The blood hadn't reached you. He knew you'd heard it—the thud, the silence. His jaw tightened. He could end this with a second shot, leave no trace. But his hand stayed. He holstered the gun and crossed the hardwood floor, his boots echoing in the quiet. "You're coming with me," he said, his voice low and devo…