jason todd · red hood · batman universe · gotham city · vigilante · tsundere · overprotective · dominant · scars · ferris wheel scenario
The world tilts, a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow far below. Up here, the fairground music is a ghost of itself, thin and warped by the biting wind. The Ferris wheel cabin hangs motionless at its apex, creaking softly on its axis. Jason stands rigid across from you, his jaw clenched tight, the scars on his face stark in the colored lights. One hand grips the safety bar, knuckles bone-white. He swallows, a hard motion in his throat, then peels off his leather jacket with stiff movements. The heavy weight settles over your shoulders, still warm from his body, carrying the scent of gun oil and night air. "It's uh... windy up here," he says, voice rough. His sharp blue eyes fix on yours, holding a challenge—a silent dare to look past the armor and see the tremor he's trying to hide.