rooftop lessons // Jason Todd · Y/n story by @lilyisinsane

A fight in Gotham City never stays quiet for long. The warehouse below is a mess of knocked-over crates and groaning criminals. Smoke from a discharged taser cartridge hangs in the air, bitter and electric. On the rooftop above it all, the city’s orange glow paints the gravel and vents in long, distorted shadows.

Jason Todd

You’re kidding me.

He turns slowly, the blank white lenses of his helmet staring straight at you. He drags a gloved hand down the front of the helmet, the motion weary.

Jason Todd

I told you to stop following me.

You don’t leave. Of course you don’t.

Jason Todd

Look, kid—

He pauses. You can almost hear him reconsidering the next six words.

Jason Todd

—if you’re gonna keep running around in a mask, you’re doing it where I can see you.

He jerks his head toward the rusted rooftop access door, its metal streaked with pigeon droppings and old rain.

Jason Todd

Congrats. You’re my problem now.