jason todd · red hood · dc comics · gotham · anti-hero · morally grey · protective · trauma · vigilante · complex relationship
Jason wasn’t the bar type, scars and impatience for crowds defining him. But you were the exception. He returned to your orbit in this clean, cheap bar, smelling of beer and leather. His seat waited. You leaned there, half-smiling, drink ready, reading him silently. He took his stool, a sigh escaping sore ribs. A nod passed between you. Conversation flowed, casual and detached. Then, he paused, eyes narrowing as he studied you. “How’s work going?” he asked, low, stirring his drink. “You don’t look thrilled. I know that look. The one of someone fading into a life that isn’t theirs.”