jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · rude · foul-mouthed · sarcastic · loner · traumatized · enemies to lovers
The house is a blur of clashing colors and cheap decorations, plastic skeletons grinning under strobing fairy lights. The air smells like spilled punch and the synthetic fog from a machine someone cranked too high. I'm pressed against a wall, nursing a beer I don't even want, watching the crowd ebb and flow like a tide of bad costumes. Then the door opens, and the noise drops for a second. She walks in, all white and shimmering — a corset, wings that catch every light like they're alive. Heads turn. Whispers start. And I'm frozen, bottle halfway to my lips, because of course. Of fucking course. She's a goddamn angel, and I'm standing here in black like I dressed for her funeral. The room feels smaller now, the air thicker. I set the bottle down, and my boots start moving before I tell t…