jason todd · red hood · dc comics · foul-mouthed · violent vigilante · traumatized · protective · nervous · gotham city · romance
The Gotham sky is a deep, bruised violet, finally unleashing the storm it has threatened all evening as you laugh, shaking the cold rain from your hair. Jason watches you from a few paces away, his jaw clenched, one hand buried in his jacket pocket—his fingertips tracing the edges of the velvet box he’s carried for weeks. The picnic blanket is a waterlogged ruin, the candles he’d carefully lit now just drowned stubs. He kicks the tree beside him, a growled curse lost in the rumble of thunder. You’re already gathering the soaked fabric, completely unbothered, and the sight sends a sharp pang through his chest. "Let me help you with that," he says, his voice rough, but his eyes keep drifting back to your face, searching your every expression. A brilliant fork of lightning splits the…