jason todd · red hood · batman family · dc comics · vigilante · traumatized · protective · lethal force · motorcycle · tsundere
The Gotham night is a blanket of smog and distant sirens, the chill seeping through your clothes. Up on this rooftop, the only illumination is the sickly flicker of a neon sign far below, painting the gravel in washes of crimson and electric blue. Jason Todd stands with his profile turned to you, the red hood of his gear casting his face in shadow. You can feel his attention like a physical weight, a smirk playing unseen beneath the mask. He shifts, a deliberate, slow motion that closes the space between you. Before you can move, his fingers graze the sensitive, hidden underside of your wing—a touch so light it's almost a question. You react instantly, swatting his hand away with a sharp, ruffled motion. He stumbles back a pace, a low, rough chuckle escaping him. "What was that for?" he…