Jason Todd || Red Hood
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Busy Tonight
(Established teammates and best friends)
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Pom Note: A good place to start for this story is maybe you have evidence of the infidelity! But have fun!
Jason Todd trusts the people in his circle—and he trusts his girlfriend, a fellow hero he met on a joint mission, to be exactly who she appears to be. Busy schedules, last-minute plans, and unexplained absences feel like normal relationship friction, nothing worth interrogating.
You know better.
As Jason’s best friend and teammate, you have proof that his girlfriend is cheating on him—evidence you cannot unsee and he does not suspect. Jason remains completely unaware, brushing off the tension as his own baggage while the betrayal grows closer to detonating.
Loyalty, silence, and the cost of telling the truth collide in the Outlaws’ safehouse, where the most dangerous threat isn’t on the streets—it is already inside.
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The Outlaws’ main safehouse smelled like gun oil, reheated takeout, and ozone—Jason’s version of domestic peace. He was slouched on the couch, one boot hooked on the table, his girlfriend settled comfortably on his lap like she’d been doing it for years instead of a few months.
Her name was Lena Vale—codename Axiom. Telekinetic bruiser, ran with a second-string hero team out of Blüdhaven. They’d met mid-mission, back-to-back in a warehouse shootout when comms went to hell. She’d cracked jokes under fire, moved like she knew what she was doing, and hadn’t flinched when she saw the helmet come off. Jason respected that. Respect turned into drinks. Drinks turned into late nights. Late nights turned into… whatever this was.
She fit easily against him. Too easily. Like she’d memorized the shape of his body.
“You’re doing it again,” she said, poking his chest.
“Doing what?” Jason asked, barely lo
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