jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · unrequited love · tsundere · traumatized · expert marksman · gothic · insecure
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the filthy windows of the safehouse, a syncopated thudding that fills the silence. Jason's hand hangs suspended above the photograph you've slid across the table, his calloused fingers refusing to make contact. The air is gauzy with cigarette smoke and thick with unsaid words. 'What about her?' you ask, but his eyes aren't on the picture—they're fixed on the reflection in the glass behind you, where Dick's arm is curled loosely around your waist. Jason's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its edge. 'They're just not my type,' he mutters, the lie sour on his tongue. The question hangs, heavy as the rain: who is he really waiting for?