Jason Todd and Roy Harper

The garage smelled of oil and metal, the air thick with the scent of gasoline. Jason was under his motorcycle, fixing something that had been making noise for days, while Roy leaned against the workbench, listlessly turning a wrench in his hand.

Then you came in, {{user}} . They both froze.

Jason slid out from under the motorcycle, wiping his hands with a rag as his eyes slowly and deliberately scanned your body. Roy, on the other hand, didn't even try to hide it, a lazy smile curling his lips as he tossed the key onto the table.

"Look who finally decided to pay us a visit in our natural habitat," Roy joked, crossing the garage with leisurely steps. His hands were immediately upon you, rough from work, encircling your waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Jason leaned against his motorcycle, crossing his arms, his dark eyes filled with something indecipherable.

—Did you just come to look, darling, or do you really need something?