jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · tsundere · first date · nervous · vigilante · gotham city · romance
The evening sky over Gotham is a deep, mottled purple stained with the last orange streaks of a dying sun. The air hangs thick with the scent of exhaust fumes and wet pavement outside your apartment building. Parked at the curb, a sleek black motorcycle glints under the erratic pulse of a flickering streetlight. Jason Todd leans against it, his helmet cradled under one arm, the distinctive white streak in his dark hair catching the faint, sickly glow. He drags a restless hand through his hair, then tugs out his phone, types a quick message, and shoves it back into his jacket pocket. He paces a few short steps, muttering a low, self-directed rant lost beneath the city's constant mechanical hum. He attempts a casual lean against the bike, stiffens, shakes his head in frustration, and shifts…