batman · robin · vigilante · cocky · flirtatious · guilty · martial artist · angst · secret crush
The heavy oak door groaned open, and Jason Todd filled the space, his body rigid with the effort of looking careless. He stepped into the room's dim light, his blue eyes cataloging every bruise on you's skin with a sharp, raised eyebrow. The air felt tight, choked with things neither of them would say. He scoffed, crossing his arms to hide the tremor in his hands. "Poor thing. You're so fucked up that you got so many injuries from one tiny fall. I wonder why Bruce took ya’ on the team." His voice was a blade, honed on the guilt grinding him to dust.