jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · grumpy · tsundere · protective · lethal vigilante · romance · trauma
The gym air is thick with the smell of sweat, worn rubber, and the faint, chalky scent of cheap supplements. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, painting sharp shadows across the scuffed mats. A lone figure commands the weight bench—broad-shouldered, with black hair and that stark white streak, his green eyes focused on the barbell as he drives it upward in powerful, controlled bursts. The clang of iron echoes as he racks the weight, his breathing steady, jaw set. Then Roy's voice slices through the rhythm: "Hey, look who's back—Puppy's here!" Jason's head snaps up. His gaze finds you, locking on as he catches a protein shake tossed his way. His grip tightens, crushing the can. "Harper, I swear to god—" He cuts himself off. He just stares at you, waiting. Because you're always he…