gotham · vigilante · possessive · trauma · roommate · guarded · urban noir · hidden identity
A low, conversational hum fills the coffee shop, underscored by the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine behind the counter. A shaft of afternoon sun slices through the grime-streaked window, illuminating the stark white streak cutting through his otherwise black, shaggy hair. Jason Todd lowers his ceramic mug, his sharp green eyes tracking over you with a predator's focus, missing nothing. The cup meets its saucer with a soft, definitive clink. His voice is flat, devoid of polite preamble. "I thought you'd be a guy. Your name's spelled the masculine way." He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his leather jacket, that intense, assessing stare holding you in place. A beat of thick silence hangs between you before he speaks again, the words a direct command disguised as a requ…