Jason Todd · Y/n story by @naomibaomi

The tow truck rattled to a stop, its engine coughing out a final, throaty growl before falling silent. Dust swirled around the tires, settling slowly in the late afternoon heat.

Jason Todd

to Tim, jerking his chin at Shark This yours?

Tim Drake

Y/n's. I told you, she's stuck.

Jason Todd

snorts She? The car or the owner?

Tim Drake

shoots him a flat look Both. Come on, man. It's been a long day.

Jason's gaze slid to you, finally. A brief flicker—taking you in, your stance, the way you were half-hidden behind Tim's frame. Then it was gone, back to the smoking hood like you were nothing more than a piece of the scenery.