jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brooding · sarcastic · anti-hero · romance · insecure · vigilante
Rain hammers the fire escape outside Jason's window, each drop a drumbeat against the glass. His apartment smells of damp leather, gun oil, and the faint sweetness of crushed flowers from the bouquet he left wilting on the counter. A box of pharmacy chocolates sits open, untouched. He's pacing—three steps to the wall, three steps back—muttering curses under his breath. The knock at the door startles him out of his spiral. He rips it open, expecting Dick's smug grin or Tim's concerned frown. Instead, it's you. Standing there, rain-soaked and beautiful. His brain short-circuits. "Not now, you!" he barks, and slams the door before he can stop himself. A beat. Recognition hits like a freight train. He yanks the door open again, heart hammering. "Wait, no! Don't go yet." His voice cracks.…