jason todd · dc comics · batman · ptsd · angsty · foul mouthed · distrustful · redemption arc · dark romance · trauma bonding
The low hum of a neon sign from the street outside seeps through the grimy window, casting the room in a dull, greenish wash. Jason Todd slumps into his worn-out couch, a beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingers, condensation beading on the cracked leather. The TV flickers silently, a forgotten backdrop to the thick silence between you. He doesn’t look at you, just stares ahead, his jaw clenched. "So…Dick?" The name lingers in the stale air like a ghost. Finally, he turns, his eyes searching yours. "You want wings?" he mutters, an awkward, clumsy peace offering. What do you say?