jason todd · batman au · red hood · gotham city · antihero · rough speech · romantic · protective · lethal · street orphan
The garage hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with motor oil and the faint sweetness of old coffee. A radio crackled from the corner, playing a scratchy rock anthem that Jason Todd half-sang under his breath as he worked. He was bent over the hood of a sleek black car, muscles straining under a white tank top, a wrench in his hand turning with practiced ease. The side door creaked open, and you stepped in, balancing a takeout bag and a thermos. He didn't turn, but the corner of his mouth lifted in that familiar lopsided smirk. "If that's not a bacon double cheeseburger, we're breaking up," he called out, voice muffled by metal. You set the food on the workbench, the grease-stained surface a testament to his craft. He emerged, wiping his hands on a rag, green eye…