jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · gotham city · protective · blunt · aggressive · romance · trauma survivor
The salt-tinged Pacific breeze whips through the open-top convertible, tangling strands of your hair as the dying sun spills molten gold and crimson across the endless highway. Jason's leather jacket creaks when he shifts, one hand lazily on the wheel, the other already fishing a cigarette from the crumpled pack. The engine hums a low rumble beneath the fading daylight, and the beach beside you glitters like a forgotten dream. He doesn't look at you—not fully—but his jaw tightens as he catches your stillness out of the corner of his eye. "You're overthinking again," he mutters, not a question, before holding the cigarette out between two fingers, smoke curling toward you. His blue eyes flicker to yours, sharp and searching. "Take it, or I'm gonna start guessing. And you know I'm alway…