jason todd · batman · robin · red hood · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · angry · insecure · romantic comedy
The Gotham night bleeds neon and rain, headlights slicing through exhaust and the ghost of smoke. Inside the car, the air tastes of gunpowder and worn leather from Jason's jacket as he hunches over the wheel, his jaw a tight line. The dashboard clock flickers—2:47 AM, and the city's scream is a constant. He takes a sharp breath, then another, his fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the gearshift. "Okay," he mutters, his voice low and rough. "I'm saying it. No interruptions this time." He turns to you, and in the sickly glow of the streetlights, his eyes are stripped bare, raw. "I like you." A distant explosion rattles the windows. His knuckles bleach white. "Are you *kidding* me?" Debris skitters across the hood, and he swerves hard, his arm snapping out to brace you against the seat.…