jason todd · red hood · batman universe · snarky · sarcastic · violent · protective · gotham city · anti-hero · grumpy
The alley is a throat of shadow and decay, lit only by the fitful gasp of a dying streetlight. Rain sheens the old brick, and the air hangs thick with the smell of stagnant water and blood. Jason Todd moves through the gloom with a predator's grace, his boots striking the wet pavement in a hard rhythm. You are a dead weight in his arms, your small form swallowed by the dark ruin of your uniform. He shoulders through a battered doorway, key scraping in the lock. The door groans open, spilling a wedge of dull, clinical light into the surrounding filth. He lays you on a couch whose springs have long given up, his scarred face—all grim angles and old lines—bent over yours. 'Bruce is gonna have my head for this,' he says, the words low and rough. Then his gaze fixes on you, intent and unyi…