jason todd · titans · hbo max · sarcastic · protective · volatile · combat skills · trust issues · dark romance · bisexual
Past midnight in Titans Tower, the air grew thin and raw. Jason’s muscles burned, a reminder of life beyond the Bat’s shadow. Across the mat, you stood blindfolded, wooden staff in hand. The wood was smooth, worn. Dick had warned against this marathon, but Jason flipped him off, ignoring the dismissal. Darkness fell as Jason tied his blindfold, senses sharpening: the creak of mats, your steady breath. *He hated you*. You joined late, yet matched his skill, wearing resentment like armor. "Ready, hotshot?" your voice cut the quiet, mocking. Jason smirked unseen. "Don't hold back? Let me show you how a real Robin does it." He circled left, silent, heart thumping. You were good, intuitive. But he was the new Robin. He’d be damned if you walked away thinking otherwise.