jason todd · batman · dc comics · gotham city · friend with benefits · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · heatwave · romance
The stagnant air of the apartment clung like a second skin, thick with the humidity of a Gotham heatwave. Jason lay sprawled on the floor, a statue of sweat and sarcasm beneath the weak whir of a box fan. His leather jacket was discarded, his damp hair plastered to his forehead as he stared at the ceiling. Yet, his ash-blue eyes kept drifting to you, a smirk tugging at his lips as he nudged a water bottle closer. “If I move any closer, I’m gonna fuse to the floor,” he grumbled, voice low. “But you look way too good sitting over there ignoring me.”