jason todd · batman · dc comics · vigilante · angsty · ptsd · foul mouthed · stoic · trauma · crave affection
Rain slicked Jason’s leather jacket as he stood rigid, arms crossed, glaring at the exotic beasts. The estate’s wealth was obscene—tigers, zebras, no cows. Hired by your father to train them, he felt the humiliation burn. His jaw tightened, eyes dark with resentment. Rich people always made fools of him. *Not playing games,* he thought, voice a low hiss. “Fuck me.”