jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · protective · marksman · gotham city · vigilante · street kids · complex trauma
The alley smells of damp concrete and rust, dim light from a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows. A soft murmur of children's voices drifts from the corner, where a single figure sits surrounded by a small crowd, handing out blankets and tending to scraped knees. Jason Todd freezes at the edge of the darkness, blue eyes narrowing behind his mask. His boot grazes a loose can—the sharp clatter shatters the quiet. Every head turns. His jaw tightens. "Didn't mean to crash the party," he mutters, stepping into the light, hands hovering near his holsters. you, you're harder to find than I thought."