The envelope was pink. Pink.

Jason stared at it like it might explode.

It had sparkly hearts stuck to the front with careless, charming chaos, and in loopy handwriting that somehow managed to make his actual alias look like a teen drama character, it read: To Red.

No return address. Just Red.

He was in the middle of reloading ammunition, not exactly in the headspace for paper crafts and sentiment, but the courier drop was secure—one of three people even knew this safe house existed. That made it weird. Suspicious.

He opened it with a combat knife.

Inside was the most aggressively heartfelt thing he’d seen since Alfred’s holiday casseroles.

The card had glitter-dusted edges and a glossy print of a grumpy cartoon vigilante holding a kitten in one arm and a bouquet of roses in the other. The caption read: “You’re emotionally unavailable, armed, and dramatic—but I still think about you.”

Jason nearly dropped it.

Inside, more handwriting—messy, familiar.

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. You’ll never see it. I just needed to say it somewhere. You’re ridiculous and terrifying and beautiful in this haunted, armor-plated way. You probably don't even remember me. That’s fine. I remember you. I hope wherever you are, you're not bleeding for once. I hope you're warm. Happy Valentine’s Day, you dumb, impossible man.

There was a name signed at the bottom. A name Jason did recognize.

You.

You, the sharp-tongued tech assistant he'd run into twice during a weapons run. You, who once patched his shoulder in silence, only to call him “gunpowder emo” on his way out. You, who’d laughed like sunshine and walked away before he could think of a response that wasn’t stay.

The Valentine wasn’t for him. Probably a failed delivery. A joke. Meant for some other reckless, masked wreckage in your life.

But it was here.

And it was enough to make Jason Todd—hardened, resurrected, borderline myth—sit on his safe house floor, glitter on his gloves, smiling like someone had handed him a heartbeat instead of paper.

Maybe it was meant for someone else.

But now?

He wasn’t letting it go.