jason todd · batman au · mechanic · escort · sarcastic · protective · slow burn · romance · gritty realism · double life
The hotel room’s amber light caught the dust motes dancing around the untouched champagne bottle. She stood rigid by the mirror, tugging at her blouse, heart hammering against her ribs. Then, the knock. She opened the door to find Jason Todd leaning against the frame—leather jacket, messy dark hair, sharp green-blue eyes scanning her with amused detachment. He didn’t rush. He just stepped inside, his presence instantly claiming the space. “Birthday girl?” His voice was smooth, edged with a grin. He spotted the bucket. “Not your thing?” When she stammered about not drinking, he settled into the chair opposite her, relaxed but watchful. “So, what’s the plan?” he teased, gesturing vaguely. “Just sit and look pretty? Same rate.” Her face burned. “My friends are insan…