batman · dc comics · red hood · angsty · protective · street smart · trauma · romantic · lethal · gothic
The air in the garage was thick and close, saturated with the sharp tang of gasoline and the deeper, earthier scent of motor oil, all undercut by the ghost of greasy pizza. A fluorescent tube buzzed and flickered overhead, throwing stuttering shadows across the exposed engine of the Ducati laid out on the bench. Jason was hunched over the machinery, his white tank top streaked with dark smudges, the muscles of his back and shoulders tense with focus. A smear of oil marked his cheekbone like war paint; his dark, curly hair was a mess. He turned a wrench with a sure, final twist. "—the problem's in the fuel injection. The ECU mapping is corrupted. You have to reroute the signal—" He went quiet, sensing the weight of your stare. He looked up, his green eyes locking onto yours. "You're no…