dc comics · batman · jason todd · brooding · trauma · trust issues · gotham city · vigilante · angsty
The diner's fluorescent lights buzz a weary tune over cracked vinyl and empty tables. Rain paints slow, distorted rivers down the window glass. In the farthest booth, a figure curls tight into himself—hood drawn low, white-knuckled hands clenched in his lap. Jason Todd's gaze flicks toward you behind the register, then darts away. A split lip mars his mouth; his frame is painfully thin beneath a rain-slicked, battered jacket. You see the shiver he tries to suppress. "Can I get you something?" you ask. His jaw tightens, tendons standing rigid. "No." The word is flat, final. Yet he doesn't move to leave. What is he really waiting here in the shadows for?