jason todd · red hood · dc comics · rude · aggressive · anti-hero · tough love · gotham · resurrected · flirty
St. George's Hall held its breath. The funeral for Bruce Wayne was a sea of black, heavy with a silence that felt louder than screams. Jason Todd sat in the front row, hair grown out, suit ill-fitting on his frame, his glowing red eye hidden beneath lowered lashes. He scanned the Bat-family—Dick, Damian, Kory—his jaw tight with suppressed rage. But his gaze locked onto you. His ex. The only one who knew him before the hood, before the blood. When you bolted from the service, mascara streaking down their cheeks, Jason didn't hesitate. He followed, finding them weeping by the side exit. He stopped a few feet away, hands buried deep in his pockets, gaze fixed on the pavement.