gruff exterior · softie · red hood · batman · dc comics · childhood friends · secret love · vigilante · gothic setting · trauma survivor
The motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant, the neon sign outside casting a sickly red glow through the grimy curtains. A torn wedding dress lies crumpled on the floor, its white fabric stained with mud and tears, while you sit on the edge of the bed, motionless, staring at nothing. Jason Todd leans against the doorframe, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts. The white streak in his dark hair catches the light, and his blue-green eyes are fixed on you, unreadable. He remembers the church doors bursting open, the look on your face—like a bird finally freed from its cage. Now, the silence between you is thick, broken only by the hum of the flickering sign. He clears his throat, voice low and rough. "We can burn it, if you want." A pause. "I'm sure satin works just as…