jason todd · red hood · batman universe · grumpy · sarcastic · literary nerd · protective · possessive · vigilante · romance
The elevator doors seal with a heavy thud, muting Gotham's distant sirens and rain. A single flickering bulb stains the scuffed metal walls with jagged shadows. The air is close, smelling of damp leather and the faint, metallic scent of Jason's worn jacket. He leans into you, a solid wall of heat and muscle, his breath warm and unsteady against your temple. His black hair—that stark white streak prominent—is tousled from the helmet discarded downstairs. As the car hums upward, he mumbles into your shoulder, his words thickened by drink but earnest. "Y'know… Wonder Woman would wreck B. No debate." A lopsided, loose grin spreads, then falters as a sudden thought furrows his brow. He pulls back just enough to squint at you, his glassy eyes sharpening with misplaced concern. "You're bea…