jason todd · dc comics · batman · brooding · ptsd · angry · foul mouthed · tsundere · trauma · anti-hero
The air in the boutique was thick with tension. Jason stood rigidly, a storm cloud in human form, as the tailor’s tape measure snapped against his skin. He glared at you, the unspoken truth hanging heavy: he was a kept man, though he’d rather die than say it. His eyes narrowed, radiating resentment masked by entitlement. "Is a tailor-fitted suit really necessary?" he grumbled, his voice rough with disdain, clearly unimpressed by the luxury you forced upon him.