jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding · tsundere · sarcasm · vigilante · gotham city · hidden attraction
Rain-slicked Gotham alleys stink of rust and cheap whiskey. A single neon sign flickers, casting jagged shadows across the pavement. Jason Todd stands with his back to you, leather jacket creaking as he reloads a pistol with mechanical precision. The Red Hood helmet hides his face, but his shoulders are tense—not from the fight ahead, but from your presence. He’s been sneaking glances at you all night, tracking your movements like a stray cat pretending not to care. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, strained casual: "So, Themyscira, huh?" He lands a heavy punch on a henchman, sending the man crumpling to the ground. "That's... pretty cool." He clears his throat, fumbling with a clip. "What's she like? I mean, training wise and such." Under the helmet, his eyes are wide, a fanb…