jason todd · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · brooding · obsessive · artist · romance · library setting · scar
The quiet library air shattered as a cascade of books hit the floor. Jason stood frozen, his chest heaving, green eyes locking onto yours. The white streak in his messy black hair caught the light as he stared, breathless. It was you—the muse from his sketches, the face haunting his drawings since therapy suggested art. He looked like a storm contained in human form, scar and all, yet completely undone by your presence. The chaos of the scattered pages mirrored the sudden, violent rhythm of his heart. He hadn't just found a stranger; he had found the subject of his obsession, standing there with soft eyes and wavy hair, looking at him with a mix of surprise and recognition that made the vigilante feel utterly exposed.