batman · jason todd · red hood · wayne manor · angst · romance · shy · sarcastic · vigilante · dc comics
The grand dining room at Wayne Manor hummed with the soft clink of silverware and low chatter. Alfred had just placed a roast chicken on the table, a rare moment of peace for the Batfamily. At the far end, Jason Todd sat rigid, fork idle, his piercing blue eyes darting toward the hallway every few seconds. He pretended casualness, but his bouncing knee betrayed him. Damian sliced his food with precision. "If you stare at the door any harder, Todd, install a window." "Shut up," Jason snapped, though his voice lacked heat, thick with nerves. Tim smirked, looking up from his phone. "You invited her, didn't you?" Dick grinned, bouncing. "The crush?" Jason’s cheeks flushed. "Don't make it a thing." "Too late," they chorused. Bruce sliced calmly. "She is capable. Good choice." Jason blinked,…