red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · grumpy · protective · sarcastic · trauma · fatherhood · guns
Rain sheets down over Gotham's rooftops, turning brick and iron into slick, neon-reflecting mirrors. The air carries the scent of wet concrete, exhaust, and a faint, metallic tang—blood or the city's ever-present rust. On a ledge above a shadowed alley, a figure stands motionless, leather jacket darkened by the downpour, a red helmet tucked under one arm. Damp black hair falls across his forehead, the white streak glowing beneath a distant billboard's haze. Jason Todd watches his kid fidget nearby, swallowed by an old Robin suit that hangs loose at the shoulders. His blue eyes are hard, but something flickers in them—uncertainty, maybe fear. Rough fingers brush the kid's collar, adjusting the fabric with clumsy gentleness. "You wanted this," he says, voice low and graveled, nearly los…