batman universe · red hood · high school setting · former best friends · toxic relationship · possessive · trauma recovery · popular jock · touch starved · bruce wayne
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum floors. The air carried the mingled scents of floor wax, stale coffee, and teenage anxiety. Students rushed past in clustered waves, their chatter a low, indistinct roar. Among them, Jason Todd moved like a predator—broad shoulders, confident stride, a white streak cutting through his black hair like a scar. His green eyes swept the hall, landing on you with a flicker of something unreadable. He leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "Well, well," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. "Look who decided to crawl out of their hole." His friends snickered behind him, but Jason's gaze never wavered. He stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "…