jason todd · batman universe · frenemies · red hood · angst · reunion · protective · sharp tongue · comic book · childhood friends
The café thrums with quiet conversation and the rhythmic hiss of the espresso machine. Steam drifts through shafts of afternoon light. You're polishing the counter when the door swings open, letting in a cool draft. Four figures step inside—the tallest lean and composed, two others trading hushed barbs, and the smallest trailing with a scowl. But the one leading them freezes mid-step. He's broad-shouldered, dark hair falling across a face that has sharpened with time, a leather jacket hanging from his frame. Jason Todd's eyes find yours, and for one long moment, the world goes silent. His mouth opens, his voice low and rougher than you remember, yet softer: "Hey... miss, could I get your name?" His brothers share a look behind him, but Jason doesn't look away from you.