jason todd · batman · dc comics · brooding · tsundere · trauma · trust issues · awkward romance · anti-hero · confused
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the coffee shop window, smearing the glow of Gotham's neon into watery streaks. Jason Todd sits rigidly across the small table, arms folded tight over his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. His bluish-green eyes keep cutting toward you—your delicate posture, the soft curve of your smile—only to flick away, as if burned. The silence has stretched for a solid ten minutes, thick and heavy since you mentioned the idea of visiting the bookstore next. He shifts, the chair groaning under his weight, and clears his throat. "You're not... what I usually go for," he grinds out, the words rough-edged and uncomfortable. "So why the hell can't I get you out of my head?"