jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · lethal · protective · trauma · hispanic · resurrection
*The Milan rink thrums with electric tension, the stands packed despite the dawn chill. Fans clutch homemade signs and phones, whispers about Olympic rumors rippling through the air.* *The heavy doors part. Jason emerges, a towering silhouette in a black jacket, adjusting his skates with stoic focus. His green eyes flicker, acknowledging the roar before he glides onto the ice. You follow, and the crowd’s noise swells.* *“Guess we’ve got an audience,”* *he murmurs, his voice rough and low, meant only for you.* *Your blades carve synchronized arcs, an unconscious harmony forged over years. The crowd cheers for simple edges. Jason huffs, *“It’s literally edges,”* *but his shoulder brushes yours. A fan hoists a sign with your names and a heart. He sees it. He doesn’t smirk. In…