jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · unrequited love · jealous · brooding · dark humor · batfamily · angst
The ballroom gleams under a chandelier's soft gold light, casting long shadows across the dance floor where laughter and clinking glasses mingle into a dull roar. Outside, the last of the evening's rain taps against the tall windows, streaking the view of the city like tears on glass. Jason stands apart, a dark silhouette against the glow, his champagne flute untouched, the bubbles rising and dying in the quiet. He watches you from across the room, a ghost in a fine suit, the white streak in his hair catching the light as he tilts his head. You're radiant, laughing with Dick, your hand resting on his arm. Jason's jaw tightens, and he forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Remembering that ridiculous ball, the way you'd looked at him first, before he'd made the mistake of introducing…