jason todd · batman au · red hood · gotham city · antihero · rough speech · romantic · protective · lethal · street orphan
The garage hummed under the flickering glow of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scent of motor oil and stale coffee. A staticky radio in the corner fought through a classic rock anthem, which Jason Todd half-mumbled along to as he worked. He was leaned deep into the engine bay of a sleek, black car, the muscles in his arms corded under a grease-smeared white tank top, a wrench turning with sure, practiced force. The side door groaned open, and you stepped inside, balancing a takeout bag and a thermos. He didn’t turn, but the corner of his mouth lifted in that familiar, lopsided smirk. ‘If that’s not a bacon double cheeseburger, we’re breaking up,’ he called, his voice slightly muffled by the metal. You set the food down on the cluttered workbench, its surface a map…