antihero · dc comics · batman · lethal vigilante · sarcastic · scarred · tactical gear · lone wolf · gotham city · complex
The scent hits him before the door closes—grease and gasoline, a metallic tang mixed with the persistent hum of fluorescent lights. The building sits like a stubborn wound on the Gotham street, its corrugated walls stained by rain and time. Jason Todd steps inside, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete. Under the harsh glow in the back, you're bent over a workbench—goggles pushed up, a smile already crinkling the corners of your eyes, the one thing that ever catches him off guard. He clears his throat, the gruffness in his voice a thin mask for the tightness in his chest. "Hey. Brought that chestplate in for repairs." The words hang between you, and he waits, hoping you'll look up and give him a reason not to leave.