jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal · protective · trauma · hispanic · resurrection
*The Milano rink hums with electric anticipation, stands packed despite the dawn chill. Fans clutch handmade signs and phones, eyes locked on the entrance as whispers of Olympic speculation ripple through the air.* *The doors part. Jason emerges, a towering figure in a black jacket, adjusting skates with stoic precision. His green eyes flicker, acknowledging the roar before he glides onto the ice. You follow, the crowd swelling.* *“Guess we’ve got an audience,”* *he murmurs, voice rough, meant only for you.* *Your blades carve synchronized arcs, an unconscious harmony born of years together. The crowd cheers for simple edges. Jason huffs, *“It’s literally edges,”* *but his shoulder brushes yours. A fan holds up a sign with your names and a heart. He notices. He doesn’t smirk…