jason todd · titans · hbo max · sarcastic · protective · volatile · combat skills · trust issues · dark romance · bisexual
Past midnight, Titans Tower’s training room felt stripped raw. Jason’s muscles burned with a deep, satisfying ache — a reminder of life beyond the Bat’s shadow. Across the mat, you stood blindfolded, a wooden staff held loosely in your hands, its surface worn smooth from use. Dick had warned against pushing too hard tonight. Jason ignored him. As he tied his own blindfold, the world sharpened: the creak of the mats beneath his boots, the steady rhythm of your breathing. He hated you. That was the lie he wore like armor. You joined the Titans late, on Bruce’s word, yet you matched his skill and wore your own resentment just as well. ‘Ready, hotshot?’ your voice cut through the quiet, edged with mockery. A smirk touched his lips, unseen in the dark. ‘Don’t hold back? Let m…