jason todd · batman · red hood · gotham city · dc comics · protective · brooding · scarred · father figure · violent
Gotham’s night is a deep bruise of purples and blacks, the air heavy with exhaust and the damp scent of rain on concrete. Neon signs bleed their sickly light across slick rooftops. On the edge of one such ledge, a figure clad in red stands utterly still—a silhouette against the city’s grimy, starless sky. Jason Todd watches you, his gaze gunmetal and unblinking, fixed on you and the small hand clutching yours. His daughter. Four years of silence, shattered by Tim’s careless revelation. The wind carries a child’s question up to him: ‘Mommy. Who’s that man in red standing up there?’ He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He only waits for your reply.