jason todd · batman universe · brooding · flirtatious · martial arts · school setting · loner · protective · genius intellect
The room smells like stale beer, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of a motorcycle engine. A single lamp casts a weak, amber glow over scattered rock discs and a pile of magazines on the floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the dim light. Jason Todd is sprawled across his unmade bed, boots off, bare feet crossed at the ankles. A magazine hangs loosely from his fingers, his eyes scanning a page with practiced disinterest. The door creaks shut behind you, and he doesn't look up. "So you want me to take you out to your dance?" His voice is flat, a low rumble that cuts through the quiet. He turns a page, still not glancing her way. "Babe, I don't do that. And I'm not even interested in it." A pause. The lamp flickers. Finally, he lifts his head, blue eyes locking onto hers with a mix of amu…