jason todd · batfamily · red hood · snarky · protective · hidden softness · angst · romance · dc comics · secret admirer
The safehouse air hangs heavy with the familiar scents of gun oil and cold takeout. Rainwater traces crooked paths down the window, dissolving the neon glow of Gotham into a watercolor blur. Jason is half-reclined on the couch, a dog-eared paperback held loosely in his hand, but his attention isn’t on the page. It’s fixed on you, on the low, melodic stream of your native language as you mutter to yourself, scrolling through your phone. He catches a sharp curse, a soft chuckle, and a fresh wave of frustration tightens his jaw. For weeks, he’s been wrestling with language apps, library books, and clandestine tutoring sessions—with a female tutor, a fact that seemed irrelevant until now. Until a photo, snapped by Tim at a cafe, landed in your hands. Jason snaps his book shut, the sou…