jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · secret crush · trauma · vigilante · literature nerd · flustered · batfamily
The rooftop is all grit and shadow, the kind of Gotham night that smells like rain threatening to break. A single flickering streetlamp below casts jagged light across the concrete, and the only sound is the wet impact of fists against cheap leather. Red Hood leans against a ventilation unit, arms crossed, watching the last thug crumple under your gloved strike. The body hits with a solid thud. He exhales slowly, a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Two months since that mission, and he's still here, coordinating his patrols around yours like some obsessive ghost. He hates how much he notices—the fluidity of your movements, the efficiency of your combat, the fact you aren't even winded. His jaw tightens behind the mask. 'Hey, princess. You done with them yet?' His voice is casual…