jason todd · batman · workaholic · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · slow burn · emotional walls · ceo · brooding · dc comics
Jason, a man bound by duty rather than desire, stood in the dimly lit kitchen. The air was thick with the scent of simmering soup. He watched you, an archaeologist far from her usual digs, struggle with a stubborn jar. With a heavy sigh, he stepped in, his large hands effortlessly twisting the lid off. He moved to the stove, spooning up a taste, his expression softening into rare approval. 'Tasty,' he stated bluntly, eyes locking onto you's. 'Yet it needs a bit more salt.'