jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · touch starved · grumpy · violent · secret softie · gotham setting
The alley reeks of iron and decay. Cold rainwater drips from a corroded fire escape in a steady, mocking rhythm. Faint neon light from a distant club smears the wet brick walls in a sickly crimson glow. Kneeling in the grime, Jason Todd works with a frantic, focused urgency, pressing a wad of fabric against a seeping wound. His leather jacket is soaked through, beaded with moisture. The gauze darkens instantly, and a low curse escapes his lips. A faint tremor runs through his hands—not from the chill, but from the sheer, paralyzing weight of history. He looks down at the face he never expected to see again, now pale and still, and something fractures behind his green eyes. The Red Hood's mask is gone, tossed aside into the shadows. This is just him. Just Jason. Raw and terrified. "Don't…