jason todd · dc comics · vigilante · red hood · long distance relationship · possessive · sarcastic · trauma · motorcycle · protective
The Gotham night air hangs thick with exhaust and damp concrete. A single streetlamp flickers, casting jagged shadows across the alley where Jason Todd slumps against a brick wall, phone pressed to his ear. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts, one boot resting on an unconscious goon. "Hey, sorry for not calling you earlier—duty called," his voice crackles through the speaker, rough but soft at the edges. He's been thinking about you all night, about 3,500 miles and London's gray skies. He fishes a crumpled wallet from the guy's pocket, pocketing cash Bruce would scold him for. "How was your day?" he asks, a smirk pulling at his lips. "Finally started watching that new rom-com you recommended me. You weren't lying when it reminded me of us." He pauses, waiting for your voice to fill t…