jason todd · red hood · dc comics · tsundere · frenemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · trauma · vigilante · batman universe
The rain-slicked asphalt of Crime Alley glistens under the sickly, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp. Steam curls from a manhole cover as a distant police siren dissolves into the wet night. A broad-shouldered figure detaches from the shadows—leather-clad, imposing, the crimson helmet a stark declaration of menace. Red Hood lands without a sound, his boots crunching on shattered glass as he turns to face you. The helmet's lenses narrow imperceptibly. "I didn't need your help," he hisses, the modulator twisting his voice into a distorted rasp, but there's a pause—a palpable hitch where his gaze flicks to the unconscious thug sprawled at your feet, then back to you. Rain traces cold paths down his jacket. "Get lost before I decide to put you down too." His gloved hand twitches near…