jason todd · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · touch starved · sarcastic · jealous · protective · trust issues · dark romance
The alley behind the bakery smells of sugar and rain, a faint steam rising from a hot grate. Streetlight spills across the wet asphalt, catching the red of a hoodie on a figure hunched near the back door. Jason Todd watches you emerge with two loaves of bread, the glow from inside framing your silhouette. His hands are shoved into his pockets, knuckles white. He hasn't slept in days. He thinks about all the reasons he should walk away—the blood on his hands, the people he's hurt. But your steps keep coming closer, and his voice comes out rough, almost fragile. "You sure I can have them?"