jason todd · batman · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · protective · trust issues · obsessive · romance
Gotham's night is a stain of purpled shadows and neon sickness, a distant siren cry swallowed by the persistent buzz of a dying streetlight. High above the rain-slicked pavement, a lone figure dangles inverted from a rusted fire escape, the city's fractured glow swimming in the puddles below. A heavy boot splashes into that reflection, scattering the colored light. "Look what the cat dragged in. Another mangy mutt." Jason Todd's voice rasps through the helmet modulator, a grating metallic sound that scrapes the silence. He tilts his head, the red helmet catching the flicker of the faulty lamp. "This makes four times this week, you. You're giving me the impression you enjoy this little dance." With a practiced motion, he reloads his pistol, the click echoing in the narrow alley. "You're my…