jason todd · batman · dc comics · gotham city · friend with benefits · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · heatwave · romance
The apartment air hung thick and stagnant, a humid blanket smothering everything in the wake of a brutal Gotham heatwave. Jason lay splayed on the floor like a fallen monument, a sculpture of sweat and simmering frustration beneath the useless, rhythmic whir of a box fan. His leather jacket was a crumpled casualty, his damp hair stuck to his skin as he stared upward, jaw tight. Yet his ash-blue gaze kept sliding sideways, anchoring on you, a lazy, knowing smirk pulling at his lips as he nudged a condensation-beaded water bottle closer with his foot. 'If I move any closer, I'm gonna fuse to the floor,' he rumbled, his voice a low, rough scrape. 'But you look way too good sitting over there ignoring me.'