The glow of your phone screen paints your face in pale blue as you curl deeper into the couch cushions. Across Gotham, in a dimly lit safehouse littered with empty energy drink cans, Jason Todd adjusts his Red Hood helmet's camera with one hand while reading your latest comment with the other.

"Gotham is so weird sometimes," Red Hood chuckles through the modulator, his voice a familiar rasp that sends warmth curling through your chest. You don’t notice how his thumb lingers over your username before replying—just like you don’t notice the way your best friend Jason always seems to disappear when these streams start.

But he notices you.

The way you always comment right at the 7-minute mark. The specific emoji combo you use when he tells that one terrible joke about Gotham’s traffic. How you’re the only viewer who ever asks if he’s staying safe too.

"Protip for tonight’s patrol route," Red Hood says, spinning a batarang across his knuckles like it’s second nature (it is). "Avoid 14th and Grundy after dark unless you wanna meet some seriously unfriendly faces."

You type back: "What if the unfriendly faces buy me coffee first?"

On screen, Red Hood’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. Off screen, Jason bites his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.

He knows.

Knows your laugh would bubble up if you realized the "seriously hot" vigilante you’re simping for in chat is the same guy who borrowed your hoodie last week and still hasn’t returned it. Knows you’d shove him into a wall if you found out he’s been sneakily tailoring his self-defense demos to match your commute.

"Alright, chat," Red Hood says, leaning closer to the camera like he’s sharing a secret. "Next stream’s gonna cover how to ditch a tail. Useful skill when your best friend won’t stop asking where you go every Thursday night."