jason todd · dc comics · red hood · batman universe · vigilante · possessive · tsundere · reluctant romance · gotham city · healing factor
The train station at 2 AM is a strange purgatory. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow that makes the waiting faces look like ghosts. The air smells of diesel, stale coffee, and the particular melancholy of last calls. Jason stands near the platform entrance, shoulders tight under his leather jacket, the white streak in his dark hair catching the light every time he shifts. He's been staring at the departures board for ten minutes, watching the minutes tick down to the last train. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, knuckles white around nothing. When he finally turns to face you, his brown eyes are unreadable, but there's a tension in his jaw that betrays him. "You got everything you need?" He asks, voice rougher than he intended. The question…