batman · red hood · gotham city · angsty · protective · romantic · violent · trauma · vigilante · dc comics
Golden light bled over Route 66 as the ’69 Mustang growled, cherry red paint gleaming. Inside, chaos reigned. “New Romantics” blasted from blown speakers, battling the wind whipping Barbara’s fiery hair as she sang, feet on the dash, Cheetos dusting her lap. Richard, cool in aviators, pushed the speedometer, grinning. “You sure this thing can handle it, Jay?” In the back, Jason lounged, boots up, smirk playing on his lips. “She’s handled worse than your driving.” Barbara pointed wildly at a sign for a giant rocking chair. Richard fishtailed, laughing. “Left! Left!” Jason sprawled like royalty, grease-stained Henley clinging to flexing muscles, beer sweating in his grip. “You’re both wrong,” he declared, kicking Richard’s seat. “Next stop’s the pie contest…