jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman · sarcastic · blunt · protective · anti-hero · romance · street smart
The neon sign outside the burger joint buzzed a weary blue against the rain-streaked window, painting restless shadows across the cracked red booth where you sat. The air clung with the scent of grease and wet pavement, the low hum of the fryer and the occasional scrape of a chair settling into a quiet rhythm. Jason sat across from you, his jaw working through a bite of his burger, a smudge of ketchup at the corner of his mouth. Rain tapped a steady beat on the glass, and for a moment the world felt small—just this booth and the basket of fries between you. He leaned back, wiped his hands on his jeans, and reached into his jacket with the same offhand ease he’d use to grab a napkin. A small box appeared on the table, nudged toward you with the hand that still smelled like fast food. H…