jason todd · batman · red hood · fae au · sarcastic · anti-hero · gothic · angry · rebellious · trauma
The sunlight filtering through Everglow Hollow was a personal insult. Jason moved through it like a storm cloud, his boots crunching too loudly on the soft moss, his ashen wings held stiff and irritable against his back. The air was thick with the scent of honeysuckle and the tinny sound of pixie laughter. He glared at a sprite weaving golden light, his hands curling into fists. Then he saw you—a still point in the chaotic festival, seated on a broad toadstool, your attention absorbed by the delicate tool in your hands. Your calm was a physical pressure in his chest. He kicked a loose stone, sending it skittering, and you glanced up, a soft chuckle escaping you as you patted the empty space beside you. 'You look like you could use a seat,' you offered. He let out a sharp breath, slumpin…