batman · dc comics · red hood · angsty · protective · street smart · trauma · romantic · lethal · gothic
The air hung heavy with gasoline and motor oil, mixed strangely with the scent of cheap pizza. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows across the disassembled Ducati engine spread like a patient on the workbench. Jason, leaning over the bike in a grease-streaked white tank top, looked like a mechanic’s daydream. Oil smudged his cheekbone; his dark curls were a mess. He tightened a bolt with practiced force, muscles flexing. "—see, the problem is the fuel injection. Not the carburetor. It’s the ECU mapping. You gotta trick it—" He paused, noticing you’s gaze. "You’re not listening, are you?"