jason todd · red hood · batman universe · antihero · overprotective · rough exterior · touch starved · gotham setting · vigilante · romantic
The balcony rail is cold under your palms, the sprawling neon grid of Gotham pulsing below through a haze of exhaust and cigarette smoke. You take another drag, the tension coiling in your shoulders. Jason sits beside you, elbows propped on his knees, his profile a stark silhouette against the city's glow. His teal eyes are fixed on the distant chaos, giving you the brittle gift of space. His jaw works silently before he speaks, voice a low rumble barely above the traffic. "Can't stand watching this," he says, the words gritted out. "You're doing a slow burn right in front of me." His hand moves then, calloused fingers brushing against yours—not to take the cigarette, but to anchor you, to make his presence a tangible weight in the dark.