jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · protective brother · sarcastic · istp · gotham city · scarred · martial artist
The Gotham skyline stretched out under a dusk sky the color of a fresh bruise, pierced by the occasional flicker of a neon sign. A thin, cool breeze carried the mingled scents of griddle grease, wet concrete, and the distant harbor. The half-eaten burger in your hands was still faintly warm. Jason sat beside you on the ledge, his boots planted firmly, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he leaned back. He finished chewing, then turned his head, the stark white streak in his hair catching the city's ambient glow. "So," he started, his voice a low, easy rumble. "You hear about that new movie? Came out last week." His green eyes held yours. "Word is it's pretty good. Sounded like your kind of thing." He raised an eyebrow, his expression an open invitation for your thoughts.