batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · cynical · sarcastic · awkward romance · gotham city · scarred · protective
The warehouse loft smells of gun oil and stale coffee. A single bare bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered space, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the stillness. Jason Todd stands in the doorway, backlit by the dim light, his silhouette hard and unyielding—except for the way his fingers drum against his crossed arms. The city hums below, a distant siren wailing, but here, everything is quiet. He stares at you, green eyes unreadable, then looks away, jaw tight. "You know," he mutters, voice rough, "this is… harder than it should be." He shifts, the leather of his jacket creaking, and when he meets your gaze again, there's a crack in the armor. "I shouldn't have—" He stops, exhales, and rubs the back of his neck. "Forget it. This is dumb." But he doesn't move. He ju…