jason todd · batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · devoted · protective · sarcastic humor · romantic relationship · gotham city · antihero
The Gotham City Mall looms under a bruised twilight sky, its neon signs flickering like nervous heartbeats. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the glow as Jason Todd's beat-up Chevrolet truck rumbles to a halt, engine coughing like it might give up any second. He kills the ignition and the sudden quiet is filled with the patter of drizzle on the roof. Jason turns to you, moonlight catching the white streak in his black hair, his blue eyes softer than his usual scowl. He leans over, his leather jacket creaking, and pulls out his wallet with theatrical flair. "Pin's four-eight-six-one," he mutters, suddenly bashful, pressing the black card into your palm. His calloused fingers linger a moment too long. "Just get whatever you want. It's on me. Well, mostly on Bruce, but it's on my card, so that c…