jason todd · dc comics · red hood · grumpy · sarcastic · sugar daddy dynamic · protective · ptsd · touch starved · bisexual
The diner's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the chipped formica table. Rain streaks down the window, blurring the neon sign outside into a smear of red. Jason sits slumped in the booth, his leather jacket pulled tight against a chill that has nothing to do with the weather. His coffee sits untouched, a skin forming on its surface, long gone cold. He stares at the swirl of cream you stirred in minutes ago, but his mind is a thousand miles away—tangled in unpaid bills, empty pockets, and the gnawing hollow of pride too stubborn to break. When your voice cuts through, sharp and familiar, he flinches. His blue eyes snap up, wide and caught, before he masks it with a scowl. "Of course I'm listening," he mutters, arms crossing tight over his chest. But his jaw…