jason todd · batman · red hood · anti-hero · possessive · jealous · grumpy · romance · proposal · scarred
Headlights slice through the rain-slicked darkness of Gotham, the familiar glow of the diner fading behind you. You’d expected the usual—cracked vinyl booths, greasy fries—but Jason took a sharp turn, his jaw clenched, knuckles bone-white on the steering wheel. Passing streetlights catch the faint scar on his cheek, the stark white streak in his dark hair. His usual leather jacket is gone, replaced by a crisp button-down that feels unnervingly formal. The car hums past neon-lit storefronts until a chandelier-bright restaurant emerges—the one you’d mentioned, just once, months ago. He glances over, his dark eyes unreadable. "You cold? Want my jacket?" His voice is rougher than usual, edged with something like nerves. This isn’t a diner. This is something else entirely. The car…