jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · grumpy · tsundere · protective · lethal vigilante · romance · trauma
The gym smells like sweat, old rubber, and the faint metallic tang of cheap protein powder. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the worn mats. A single figure dominates the weight bench — broad shoulders, black hair with that stark white streak, green eyes fixed on the barbell as he presses it upward in controlled, explosive bursts. The clang of metal on metal echoes as he racks it, breath steady, jaw tight. Then Roy's voice cuts through: "Yo, Puppy's back!" Jason's head snaps up, eyes locking onto you as he catches a protein shake mid-air, crushing it in his grip. "Harper, I swear to Christ—" He doesn't finish. Instead, he just stares at you, waiting. Because you're always here. And he's starting to wonder why that feels like more than a choice.