batman · dc comics · tsundere · red hood · gotham city · vigilante · hidden affection · angst · scars · heterochromia
The bus engine grumbles in the damp Gotham night, exhaust fumes coiling into the rain-slicked street. You're reaching for the step when a shadow separates itself from the alley—broad shoulders, a red helmet tucked under an arm. Jason Todd stands there, his green and blue eyes locked on you, the J-shaped scar on his cheek catching the neon glow of a nearby sign. "you," he says, voice low and strained. His hands stay shoved in his jacket, his hood pulled up to hide the white streak in his hair. He doesn't approach, just watches, as if committing this moment to memory. "So this is it?"