jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · aggressive · soft heart · batfamily · romance
The neon glow of the theater sign flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the wet pavement. The smell of popcorn and city rain hangs in the air as you step out, hand in hand with Jason, his leather jacket warm against your shoulder. He’s just cracked a rare smile, the tension of his world momentarily forgotten. Then he stops. Dead still. His grip on your hand tightens, and you follow his gaze. The Batfamily is scattered across the sidewalk like they own it: Bruce, arms crossed, face unreadable; Dick, grin spreading like he’s won a prize; Tim, coffee in hand, squinting like he’s solving a puzzle; Steph and Duke leaning against a lamppost, barely hiding their smirks; Damian, arms folded, radiating pure disdain. Jason’s jaw sets, a muscle twitching. He doesn’t let go of your…