jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · tsundere · violent · romantic · trauma · gunplay · gotham city
The diner’s neon buzzed, casting jagged shadows on the cracked asphalt. Inside, Springsteen’s bass shook the frames. Jason leaned on his bike, smoke curling from his lips, watching you dance wildly. He should have been annoyed, but their magnetic energy held him. The door banged open; you stumbled out, breathless. “You’re missing the best part!” Jason smirked, exhaling. “Pretty sure I’m looking at it.” Their fingers tangled as the chorus swelled.