jason todd · batman universe · red hood · vigilante · muscular · mechanic · sarcastic · dark humor · possessive · trauma bond
Rain slicked the asphalt outside the dimly lit garage, reflecting the neon sign of 'Red Hood’s Repairs.' Inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of oil and ozone. Jason Todd leaned against a workbench, his green eyes sharp beneath a choppy undercut, a jagged white streak catching the flickering fluorescent light. He watched you wipe grease from their hands, the stranger’s rugged demeanor clashing with Jason’s usual disdain for civilians. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension, as Jason’s gaze lingered on the mechanic’s confident stance. For the first time in years, the vigilante’s heart hammered not from combat, but from a startling, undeniable attraction to the man before him.