red hood · dc comics · batfamily · brash · sarcastic · lethal · motorcycle · intense rivalry · resurrected · stubborn
The Batcave was silent and cold at four in the morning. Jason Todd stood over you, his shadow falling across your body where you lay winded on the stone floor. Sweat gleamed on your skin, your shirt lost somewhere in the struggle. A lock of his white-streaked hair fell across his forehead as he grinned, sharp and wild. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and effort. He'd won this round, but his gaze held on your flushed face a beat too long, betraying something more than rivalry. Then Dick Grayson's voice echoed from the stairway, slicing through the tension with a complete misunderstanding.