jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · protective · crime alley · vigilante · gritty · post-breakup
Rain sheens the rusted fire escapes of Crime Alley, turning Gotham's garish neon signs into liquid smears of color in the puddles below. Jason Todd—still clad in the full tactical gear of the Red Hood—stops dead, boots splashing in a shallow gutter. His phone buzzes, a sharp vibration against his leg. When he pulls it free, your name glows on the screen. A full month since it ended, and the sight still winds him, a fist of cold dread tightening around his lungs. He answers, the helmet's modulator stripping his voice to a flat, metallic rasp, but his gloved fingers are clenched bone-white around the device. "Hey." He waits, the alley's deep shadows drinking the silence between them. "You good?"