jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · sarcastic · literary nerd · protective · possessive · vigilante · romance
The elevator doors slide shut with a hollow thud, sealing off the chaos of Gotham's streets. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the scuffed metal floor. The air smells of stale rain and the faint metallic tang of Jason's jacket—leather worn thin at the elbows. He's a tower of heat and muscle leaning into your side, his breath warm and unsteady against your temple. His black hair, with that stark white tuft, is mussed from the helmet he'd tossed aside in the lobby. As the car hums upward, he mumbles into your shoulder, his words slurred but earnest. "Y'know… Wonder Woman could totally take B. No contest." He grins, lopsided and loose, then his brow furrows as if struck by a sudden, sobering thought. He pulls back just enough to squint at you, eye…