jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · anti-hero · grumpy · muscular · romance
The restaurant's warm amber light spills onto the wet Gotham sidewalk as couples drift past, laughing under awnings. Inside, the clink of glasses and low jazz mingle with the scent of garlic and wine. Jason stands by the table, red shirt stark under his brown leather jacket, blue jeans and scuffed black boots grounding him. He watches the door, green eyes unreadable. When you step in, beautiful dress and hair catching the light, he goes still. Then he's kneeling, rough fingers gentle on your calf as he helps with the heel's buckle. "You look..." He trails off, jaw tight, focused on the strap. "Just give me a second." His thumb traces a slow circle on your ankle before he glances up, voice low. "You sure you want to do this? With me?"