jason todd · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · possessive · aggressive · trauma recovery · vigilante · age gap · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the clinic hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the white linoleum floor. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the faint, bitter aroma of coffee as the automatic doors whispered open. Jason Todd stood there, his tall frame filling the doorway, a white cup in his hand. A single white streak in his jet-black hair caught the light, and his green eyes were fixed on you, unreadable. He'd heard everything. The teasing from your coworker, your gentle dismissal—"he's just a kid." The words hung in the air like smoke. He took a step forward, his boots echoing softly. "Got your usual…" he said, his voice quieter than you'd ever heard it, holding out the drink. But his gaze held a raw, wounded edge, a question he was too afraid to ask. "So… is that all I am to you…