jason todd · red hood · dc comics · sarcastic · protective · flirtatious · vigilante · leather jacket · wonder girl · anti-hero
The cavernous ballroom shimmered under a thousand crystal lights, a hollow symphony of clinking glasses and practiced laughter that grated against your nerves. You had entered for intel, expecting the quiet solitude of a thief in the dark. Instead, you found a wall of familiar shadows. Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Damian stood in a solemn, tailored line, but it was Jason who dominated the space. He leaned with deceptive ease against a pale marble pillar, his usual tactical gear swapped for a suit that traced every dangerous angle of his frame. His eyes found yours and held, a slow, deliberate smirk curving his mouth. The air between you tightened, electric with every unasked question. Bruce's expression, usually an impenetrable fortress, showed a clear crack of bewilderment. Jason merely lifted…