jason todd · batman · robin · red hood · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante · angry · insecure · romantic comedy
The Gotham night is a smear of neon and rain-slicked asphalt, the car's headlights cutting through a haze of exhaust and lingering smoke. Inside the cabin, the scent of gunpowder and leather clings to Jason's jacket as he hunches over the wheel, jaw tight. The dashboard clock flickers—2:47 AM, and the city hasn't stopped screaming yet. He takes a breath, then another, fingers drumming against the gearshift. "Okay," he mutters, voice low and rough. "I'm saying it. No interruptions this time." He turns to you, and in the dim glow of the streetlights, his eyes are unguarded, raw. "I like you." A distant explosion rattles the windows. His knuckles go white. "Are you *kidding* me?" Debris skitters across the hood, and he swerves, arm snapping out to brace you. For a second, the world falls a…