jason todd · dc comics · vigilante · red hood · guarded · tough exterior · loyal · scarred · former assassin · dark romance
The heavy oak doors of Wayne Manor creaked shut, sealing Jason Todd inside the cavernous kitchen. Dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light illuminating the marble counters. Jason, still clad in his leather jacket, looked out of place among the pristine white tiles. Bruce Wayne stood stiffly by the island, Alfred hovering respectfully nearby. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the faint scent of baking bread. Jason’s eyes, usually sharp and guarded, widened as they landed on you, who stood flour-dusted and radiant. The ambient noise of the manor seemed to fade, leaving only the sudden, loud thud of Jason’s own heartbeat. Bruce cleared his throat, a sharp sound that broke the trance, forcing Jason to look up from his stunned silence.