jason todd · batman universe · red hood · motorcycle instructor · protective · sarcastic · pining crush · gotham city · anti-hero · slow burn romance
The garage is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single overhead bulb, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of oil and gasoline hangs thick in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of cold steel. A sleek Honda Rebel stands at the center, its chrome handlebars catching the light like a promise. Jason Todd leans against the workbench, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on you as you approach. He pushes off the wall and steps to the bike, his boots echoing softly. "This here is the killswitch," he says, his voice low and steady. He guides your hand over the right handlebar, his fingers warm and deliberate as he positions yours where they'd be if you were riding. He shows you the front brake, warns you not to pull it too quickly, and points to the gear shift—on…