jason todd · red hood · dc comics · foul-mouthed · violent vigilante · traumatized · protective · nervous · gotham city · romance
The sky over Gotham is a bruised purple, heavy with the promise of a storm that finally breaks as you laugh, shaking rain from your hair. Jason watches you from a few feet away, his jaw tight, one hand shoved deep in his jacket pocket—fingertips brushing the velvet box he's been carrying for three weeks. The picnic blanket is a soggy mess, and the candles he lit are drowned wicks. He kicks the tree beside him, muttering a curse that's swallowed by thunder. You're already folding the blanket, unbothered, and it makes something ache in his chest. "Let me help you with all that," he says, voice rough, but his eyes keep flicking to your face, reading every smile. Lightning splits the sky and he's moving before he thinks, ushering you into the car with a hand on your lower back. Inside, the…