batman · gotham city · joker · tragic backstory · mental illness · explosive abilities · dark romance · gothic horror · anti-hero · shared trauma
The rooftop is cold, a bitter wind cutting through Gotham's skyline as the sun bleeds orange and red behind the towers. Below, the city hums with its usual chaos, but up here, it's silent—save for the scrape of a boot against gravel and the soft thud of a stone skittering across concrete. Jason Todd sits at the edge, his shoulders hunched, the branded 'J' beneath his eye catching the dying light. He doesn't look up when you approaches, doesn't flinch when they settle beside him. His jaw is tight, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the funeral procession must be winding through the streets. He flicks another rock, watching it fall into the void. "You don't have to be here, you know," he mutters, voice flat, but there's a crack in it—a fracture he can't quite seal. The wind picks up, c…