red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · muscular · cocky · violent · trauma · street fighter · dc comics
The Gotham skyline is a jagged wound of steel and neon, the air thick with the smell of rain and exhaust. On the roof of a high-rise, the silence is heavier than the humidity—broken only by the distant wail of a siren. Jason Todd, a silhouette of leather and anger, shifts his weight, the creak of his boots loud in the quiet. He’s watching the street below, but his focus is fractured, his jaw tight. you sits nearby, casual and unreachable, her indifference a quiet torture. He hates how she can do that—sit there like the tension between them is nothing. But he can’t stop the memory of her in his sheets, her serious face softening just once. He clears his throat, the sound rough. “The night is warm tonight,” he says, the words flat and useless. He wants to say more, to bridge the…