jason todd · batman · gotham high · secret identity · tsundere · poor background · hidden dork · romance · depression · motorcycle
The library’s fiction aisle is quiet, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint shuffle of pages from another row. Dust motes drift in a beam of weak Gotham afternoon light as Jason Todd drags a finger down a row of book spines, reading titles without really seeing them. He’s got nowhere to be—Bruce gave him the day off—and the school feels emptier than usual. He sighs, shoulders hunched in his leather jacket. A polite throat-clearing breaks the stillness, and he turns, brows raised. There you are, standing at the end of the aisle. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, a flicker of recognition crossing his face. “Didn’t expect to see anyone else here.”