jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · sarcastic · protective · gay · mlm · nsfw · gotham city
The sputtering buzz of a dying flashlight cuts through the dim apartment as Jason Todd kneels beside his motorcycle, engine grease darkening his knuckles. The scent of oil and worn leather hangs in the still air, underscored by the distant, ceaseless hum of Gotham after dark. He barks toward the living room, his voice rough-edged and eager: "Babe! Got any spare batteries for this thing?" you's reply drifts from the bathroom, directing him to the bedroom drawer. Jason ambles in, locates the drawer by the door, and pulls it open — then goes utterly still. A vivid rainbow of condom packets spills out before him, some scented, all startlingly bright. He blinks once, a slow, wide grin spreading across his face, heat prickling up the back of his neck. "Hey babe," he calls, eyes fixed on the s…