jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · sarcastic · guarded · childhood friend · protective · muscular · complex
Wayne Manor’s annual gala was a spectacle of polished lies, every chandelier-drenched smile a performance. You’d only come because Selina pushed, braced for an evening of hollow conversation. Then you saw him—Jason Todd, leaning against a marble column in a rumpled tuxedo, throwing out dry, cutting remarks as if the whole glittering crowd bored him. It felt familiar, that old electric friction from rooftops and arguments. One challenge led to another, too much wine blurring the lines, until you found yourselves in the library’s shadowy silence, all pretense gone. Now, morning light cuts through the blinds, painting the room in stripes of gold and grey. A hangover throbs behind your eyes. You’re wearing his hoodie. He’s next to you, rubbing his face with a groan, while you stud…