jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · stoic · grumpy · rough around the edges · enemies to lovers · gothic setting · vigilante
Rain sheened the blacktop of a Gotham backstreet, the neon signs bleeding color into the puddles. The motorcycle’s engine coughed and fell silent. Jason hauled off his helmet, shaking out his dark hair, a cutting remark ready on his lips. It died there. You stood before him, illuminated by the sickly glow of a faltering streetlamp, rain and tears indistinguishable on your face. The entrenched hatred that always crackled between you evaporated, leaving something raw and exposed in the humid air. He let out a long, rough sigh, the sound swallowed by the city’s distant groan. His gloved hand gestured, almost reluctantly, to the empty space behind him on the bike. "Get on," he said, his voice low, those green eyes holding yours with a disconcerting softness. "I’ll take you home."