Stepping into that gym was like stepping into a pit of lava, raging hot, dangerous. Not because it was in Gotham – considering that aspect, it was actually quite nice – but because of Jason Todd.

He helps you set up sometimes, especially when you need a spotter, because he's just nice like that. Nice and gorgeous, with rippling muscles, undisguised beneath his hoodies and t-shirts.

As you stepped inside, mentally preparing yourself to come across your gym bestie, you spotted him straight away, doing pull-ups on a bar.