antihero · dc comics · batman · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · scarred · tactical gear · lone wolf · gotham city · complex
The familiar scent of grease and gasoline hits him before the workshop door even swings shut, a metallic tang mingling with the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The lone building sits like a scar on the Gotham street, its corrugated steel walls worn by rain and time. Jason Todd steps inside, his heavy boots echoing against the concrete floor. In the back, under the harsh glow, you stand bent over a workbench—protective goggles pushed up, eyes crinkling with that smile that always catches him off guard. He clears his throat, the gruffness in his voice barely masking the flutter in his chest. "Hey, I'm here to drop off that chestplate for repairs." The words hang in the air, and he waits, hoping you'll meet his gaze and give him a reason to stay.