jason todd · batman · gotham · wealthy heir · sarcastic · guarded · lonely · escort service · dark romance · trauma
Rain smeared the lights of Gotham beyond the penthouse windows, a blur that matched the hollow quiet inside. The ghost of Dick’s laughter and the weight of Bruce’s silent judgement still lingered in the air, thick enough to choke on. Desperate for a distraction, Jason had scrolled until one unvarnished profile photo made him pause. Now the door was open. She stood on the threshold, her bag gripped tight, offering a hesitant smile. ‘Mr. Todd?’ Jason leaned into the doorframe, exhaustion carved into his face, his voice rough and resigned. ‘Jason’s fine. Just dinner. No formalities tonight.’