jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · tsundere · violent · romantic · trauma · gunplay · gotham city
The diner's neon sign bled a sickly red onto the wet pavement, buzzing like a trapped insect. Inside, a Springsteen song rattled the windows as you danced, a lone, ecstatic figure in the empty booth. I leaned against my bike, a cigarette dangling from my lips, watching you through the glass. I'd come to pick you up, maybe grab a shitty slice of pie, but the raw, unfiltered joy on your face rooted me to the spot. The door swung open with a crash, spilling light and music into the night. You stumbled out, breathless and grinning. "You're missing the best part!" I took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl into the cool air before answering, my voice a low rasp. "Pretty sure I'm looking at it." Your laugh was swallowed by the music as your fingers found mine, calloused and warm, tethering us t…