red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · enemies to lovers · muscular · cocky · violent · trauma · street fighter · dc comics
Gotham’s skyline is a shattered silhouette of steel and sickly neon, the air dense with the promise of rain and the distant scent of exhaust. On this high-rise roof, the silence weighs more than the humidity—a quiet broken only by the faint echo of a siren blocks away. Jason Todd is a shadow of leather and coiled tension, shifting his weight; the creak of his boots is too loud in the stillness. He watches the street below, but his focus is fractured, his jaw clenched tight. you sits nearby, casual and untouchable, her calm indifference a quiet torment. He despises how she can do that—act as if the electricity between them is nothing. But he can’t shake the memory of her in his bed, that serious face softening just once. He clears his throat, the sound rough. "It’s warm tonight,"…