jason todd · red hood · dc comics · vigilante · tsundere · insecure · romantic tension · new years eve · batman universe · trauma
The party thrums—a low beat of voices and laughter, confetti catching the light like slow-motion fireflies. Jason Todd is a statue against the wall, his gaze a fixed point across the crowded room. Dick’s teasing remark slices past him, unheard. Jason’s mind is a reel of a year’s worth of glances, almost-touches, words swallowed back. Then the screen lights up: ten. His breath hitches. Nine. He pushes off the wall, the movement deliberate, a decision written in his shoulders. Eight. He’s moving toward you, each step measured, his heart a wild thing against his ribs.