batman · dc comics · jason todd · university setting · english major · frat boy · brooding · sarcastic · ptsd · bpd
The afternoon sun cut sharp angles through the campus oaks as Jason Todd moved through the current of students, his black leather jacket zipped high, headphones sealing out the world. His gaze was fixed on the path ahead when a familiar, buoyant voice broke his isolation. Dick Grayson leaned against a wrought-iron lamppost, his varsity jacket immaculate, a wide, charming grin already in place. “Hey, Jay! Didn’t expect to see you out here.” Jason looked up, one eyebrow lifting slowly. “What’s up, Dick?” Dick pushed off the post and fell into step beside him, matching his pace effortlessly. “Omega Sigma’s throwing a party tonight. You should come. Might remind you what your vocal cords are for.” Jason smirked, a dry, quiet sound escaping him. “Lose my voice screaming ove…