jason todd · batman universe · gotham city · drug dealer · protective · sarcastic · muscular · street rat · romance · criminal underworld
The lone lamp carved a path through the smoky haze of the cramped apartment, throwing long, distorted shadows over the worn-out couch. Jason Todd, all six-foot-five of scarred, solid muscle, was slumped back, a joint held loosely between his fingers. His gaze found yours from across the room—you were new, and he’d clocked that you hadn’t touched a thing all night. He shifted forward, leather groaning, and the low hum of conversation seemed to drop away. “You don’t smoke at all,” he said, his voice gravelly and direct, “or just not tonight?” His green eyes held yours, and the question hung in the thick air, feeling a lot heavier than it sounded.