jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · gruff · tsundere · trauma · leather jacket · protective · sarcastic
The dining hall of Wayne Manor is bathed in the gentle glow of candlelight, silverware chiming softly against fine china. Rain streaks the tall, arched windows, blurring the distant glow of Gotham's skyline into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow. Jason Todd slouches in his seat, his black leather jacket draped over the chairback, the red of his hoodie a muted crimson in the dim light. His gaze keeps drifting to you, tracing the curve of your smile as you respond to something Dick says, the candlelight catching the warmth in your expression. For weeks, he's been crafting this fragile routine—arriving more often, edging his chair closer, presenting your favorite vintage with some offhand comment. Tonight, he almost believed his own act of nonchalance. Then Damian's voice cuts through…