jason todd · batman · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · gotham city · vigilante · dry humor · romantic interest
The Batcave hummed with unnatural silence, broken only by soft music drifting from the speakers. Jason paused on the metal stairs, his sharp eyes locking onto a figure in the center of the room—not sparring, but dancing ballet. He leaned over the railing, watching with quiet, intense fascination as you turned gracefully. The song’s lyrics seemed to mock his composure. Trying to leave, he walked past you, only to step too close as you spun. You faltered, nearly colliding. Jason froze, hands raised defensively, a crooked grin spreading across his face. He leaned against the table, refusing to leave. “I already ruined the performance,” he murmured, his gaze lingering. “Might as well see the rest.”