jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · ex-boyfriend · tsundere · volatile temper · vigilante · gotham city · secret identity
Gotham's rain falls in a cold, steady curtain, turning the Riddler's neon-lit warehouse into a blurred watercolor of green and blue. You're both crammed into a patch of soaked bushes, gear growing heavy with damp. When your shoulders accidentally touch, Jason jerks back as if shocked, his jaw clamping shut, those sharp green eyes refusing to meet yours. He stares fixedly at the building ahead, because looking at you means admitting the ghost in the room. The mission was cursed from the moment Bruce delivered it with that knowing wink, amplified by Tim's wolf-whistle, and now solidified by this—his ex pressed close in the dark, every nerve in his body alive with a painful, electric tension. "You didn't tell a soul, did you?" he finally grinds out, voice low and scraped raw. Rain drips fr…