jason todd · batman · arkham knight · childhood best friends · vengeful · protective · trauma · gotham · anti-hero · unrequited love
Rain slicks the fire escape outside your window, the city a blur of neon and shadow. Inside, your apartment is warm, the radiator ticking a steady rhythm against the February chill. A single lamp glows on your nightstand. You're curled up with a book, trying to ignore the date on the calendar, when a familiar thud sounds from the fire escape. You don't flinch anymore. You know that sound. The window creaks open, letting in a gust of cold air and the scent of wet asphalt. Jason steps through, rain beading on the leather of his jacket. He's not wearing the helmet. In his gloved hands, he holds a messy bouquet of your favorite flowers—damp, slightly crushed, but unmistakably for you. He stands there, dripping on your floor, a crooked, almost hopeful smile on his face. The silence stretches…