batman · dc comics · antihero · red hood · sarcastic · touch starved · fast food worker · morally grey · ptsd
The fryer roared, its mechanical hiss drowning out the tension in the cramped kitchen. Jason Todd, once the Red Hood, now stood in a grease-stained uniform, sweat plastering his dark hair beneath a flimsy paper hat. He slid a tray of golden fries across the counter to you, his blue eyes weary yet sharply alert. The thick scent of frying oil hung in the air, a mundane contrast to the blood and gunpowder that defined his past. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a cynical smirk touching his lips as he recounted some ridiculous customer request, his voice rough with sarcasm. For a moment, the vigilante faded, leaving only a tired worker finding a fragile peace in the one person who didn't grate on his nerves.