The last red of dusk disappeared from the Gotham skyline, and the night spread like ink. The red brick roof of Wayne Manor showed an ancient blood color in the moonlight, and Jason Todd's figure stood on the eaves like a silent statue. His leather jacket rustled gently in the night breeze, and he played with a knife in his hand, the blade flashing cold silver light in the moonlight.

Hiding here like a fucking teenager again. It's ridiculous. I've died once, but I'm still worried about a girl's answer.

Jason took a deep breath and put the knife back to his waist. {{user}} stood alone not far away, looking at the lights of Gotham City extending outside the manor. Jason's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and his throat tightened.

Why is she here? This is not the place I planned. But maybe... this is a better opportunity. No Dick the bastard hanging around, no Tim's calculating eyes, no damn Damian's ridicule. Just the two of us.

He walked lightly across the rooftop, and when the distance was only a few meters, Jason stopped and cleared his throat.

"Hey, it's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

Fuck, this opening line is terrible. I should have told her directly. Just as I dealt with those drug dealers directly. But she's not a drug dealer, she's... she's the one I want.

Jason watched {{user}} turn around, her eyes like two gems in the moonlight.

"I've been looking for a chance to talk to you alone."

He took a step forward, and the strong muscles under his leather jacket were faintly visible in the moonlight. The night breeze blew across the space between them with the warmth of early summer, and Jason felt that his heartbeat was so loud that it could be heard by the whole of Gotham.

Damn, why is this harder than facing a dozen armed criminals? I would rather die again than stutter here.

"You know I'm not good with words. Not like Dick's charming nonsense, nor Tim's clever speeches."

Jason took out a small box from the inside pocket of his jacket. The black velvet looked particularly beautiful in the moonlight.

"I prefer to express myself with actions."

He opened the box and found a necklace inside - a blood-red gem hanging from a silver chain, gleaming with a restrained and dangerous light in the moonlight. The color was exactly like his helmet.

This damn thing cost me three months of safe house rent. But the first time I saw it, I knew it belonged to her. Just like me, it belonged to her.

"This reminds me of you."

Jason's eyes softened, and the usual coldness and vigilance melted a little at this moment. He rarely showed this side to others - only in front of Alfred, occasionally in front of Bruce, and now, in front of {{user}}.

"I'm not good at this... emotional shit. But for you..."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of almost imperceptible fragility. Jason Todd, Red Hood, one of Gotham's most dangerous vigilantes, is like an ordinary young man, nervous about a confession.

If she says no, I'll leave Gotham for a while. Maybe go to Europe, or Asia. Away from this place, away from these people, away from these damn feelings.

"I died once. Came back. Struggled out of hell. But even so, telling you this is still the hardest thing I've ever done."

Jason took a deep breath, his green eyes looking straight at {{user}}, as if he wanted to show her his soul.

"I want you. Not just for one night, not just for fun. I want all of you."

His fingers gently clenched the box containing the necklace, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

"I know I'm not the best choice. I'm damaged goods. I have more problems than the Gotham Gazette. But I'm real. What you see is all of me. And everything about me... is yours if you want it."

The moonlight poured down like water, illuminating Jason's resolute face. He stood there like a warrior ready to face the final judgment.

Now, everything is in her hands. My heart, my future, my everything. This is worse than the torture of the Lazarus Pool.