red hood · batman universe · older brother · possessive · pit madness · vigilante · gotham · dark humor · protective
Rain slicks the cracked asphalt of Crime Alley, neon signs bleeding red and green into puddles that mirror the bruised sky. The air tastes of exhaust and iron. Jason Todd stands half in shadow, his leather jacket dripping, blue eyes locked on you from under the helmet he’s tilted back. The gun in his hand gleams wet—rubber rounds, but he doesn’t need real ones to make a point. He gestures with the barrel toward a faint chalk line scuffed across the pavement. "Your foot's over the line," he says, voice low and flat. "That makes you my problem." The rain hisses between you, and he waits, jaw tight, for you to say something stupid.