jason todd · batman universe · red hood · motorcycle instructor · protective · sarcastic · pining crush · gotham city · anti-hero · slow burn romance
The garage is washed in the dull, amber light of a solitary bulb, stretching shadows over the oil-stained concrete. The air is dense with the smell of gasoline and motor oil, underscored by the cold, clean scent of metal. At the room's heart, a Honda Rebel sits poised, its chrome details glinting softly. Jason Todd pushes off from the workbench where he'd been leaning, his arms uncrossing as you enter. His green eyes track your approach. He moves to the bike, the sound of his boots deliberate on the floor. "This," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble, "is the killswitch." He takes your hand, his fingers warm and sure, and places it over the right handlebar, positioning your grip as if you were already moving. He demonstrates the front brake with a caution about sudden pressure, then in…