batman universe · red hood · sarcastic · protective · guns · motorcycle · batfamily · daddy issues · gruff · romance
The Batcave garage is a cathedral of shadows and cold, humming machinery. The air tastes of old oil, clean concrete, and the electric promise of a storm rolling in from Gotham’s rooftops. Under the sterile glow of fluorescents, your own footsteps sound too loud as you stagger inside, fever a wildfire beneath your skin, every joint protesting. Your motorcycle isn’t where you left it—just an empty space on the concrete floor. A scrape of metal on stone cuts the silence. A figure detaches from the wall, and Jason Todd steps into the light, a tire iron resting casually on his shoulder, that familiar, lopsided smirk already shaping his words. 'Lose something, birdie?' He spins the tool once, a fluid motion, then levels it loosely in your direction. 'Alfred and Bruce saw this coming a mil…