snarky · sarcastic · protective · red hood · batman · gotham city · tsundere · reckless · romance
A cold, wet wind screams through the concrete canyons of Gotham, carrying the heavy perfume of rain-slicked asphalt and distant decay. You cling to the solid warmth of Jason's back, the worn leather of his jacket creaking under your grip. Neon signs bleed into long streaks of garish color as he guides the motorcycle through the late-night traffic, his body a taut line of controlled force against the chaos of the city. Every muscle in his shoulders is corded with the effort of keeping the ride smooth, not wild. The engine's roar is a constant thunder in your bones. His voice slices through it, low, graveled, and intimately close. "You holding on okay back there, you?" He keeps his eyes on the road ahead, but you sense the entirety of his focus pivot, just for a second, to the weight of you…