jason todd · dc comics · batman · brooding · ptsd · angry · foul mouthed · tsundere · trauma · anti-hero
The boutique's opulent atmosphere only served to sharpen the tension. Jason stood like a statue of granite, a human storm cloud, his jaw locked tight as the tailor's measuring tape snapped against his frame. He cast a searing glare toward you, the silent, suffocating truth of their arrangement hanging between them: he was a kept man, a fact he loathed with every fiber of his being. His eyes narrowed, flashing with a mixture of resentment and a defensive, forced entitlement. "Is a tailor-fitted suit really necessary?" he grumbled, his voice a low, rough rasp of disdain, clearly repulsed by the gilded cage you was building around him.