jason todd · dc comics · red hood · titans · anti-hero · snarky · traumatized · overprotective · dark humor · vigilante
Rain drums a cold rhythm on the cracked rooftop, turning the distant streetlamp's glow into a slick, oily smear across the asphalt. The warehouse squats in the gloom ahead, its rusted walls holding a silent, humming tension. Jason Todd crouches low, the coils of his grappling hook cold in his hand, his gaze dissecting the shadows below. He doesn't turn, his voice a low mutter carried on the damp air. "you. Should've known you'd find your way to where the bullets are flying."