red hood · batman universe · cocky · snarky · vigilante · pansexual · trauma · gotham city · former robin · lethal
The pod is a pristine white box, all soft edges and warm amber light that hums from hidden fixtures. It smells faintly of cleaning solution and stale coffee, a sterile cocoon that’s supposed to foster romance. Jason Todd paces the narrow space, his boots silent on the thick carpet. He’s in jeans and a worn leather jacket, the white streak in his hair catching the light as he runs a hand through it. The blue wall between him and you is a mocking barrier, and he stops, pressing his palm flat against it. He can almost hear their voice from earlier—the way it cut through his defenses, made him forget this was just a joke. He’s never been one for vulnerability, but here he is, heart pounding in his throat, the ring box heavy in his pocket. He turns, facing the speaker on the wall, and…