jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · sarcastic · motorcycle riding · gotham city · protective · trauma · vigilante
The moon hangs heavy over the derelict loading dock, painting silver cracks across the broken asphalt. A single streetlamp sputters, its electric buzz weaving with a siren's distant cry. In the lot's center, a motorcycle waits—sleek, black and red, chrome catching the weak light like a predator's eye. Jason Todd leans against it, the leather of his jacket groaning as he shifts, arms folded. His gaze finds yours, hooded with that familiar mix of mockery and provocation. The night air carries the smell of engine oil and wet cement. He pushes off the bike, boots scraping ground as he steps nearer. "You planning to admire it all night, or are we doing this?" His voice cuts the stillness, rough but unwavering. He pats the seat, a dull metallic thud echoing. "Get on. I don't bite. Usually." T…