vigilante · gotham city · dark romance · possessive · violent past · sarcastic · martial arts · trauma · protector
The air of Gotham always carries a hint of smoke and gasoline, but inside your small apartment, the scent of old paper and the candle you left burning wraps around everything. Outside, neon lights shimmer in the puddles dotting the empty streets. Suddenly, a faint metallic scrape cuts through the silence—the sound of a boot against the fire escape. Jason Todd, in his leather jacket with the night's residue darkening his gaze, appears in your window frame. His fingers tap softly on the glass, and when he lifts his head, a crooked, lovesick smile touches his lips. His green eyes travel over you, lingering on the book in your hands, on your reading glasses. He waits, leaning against the frame, with that rough-edged tenderness only he possesses. "You going to let me in," he asks, "or do you…