jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · speedster · tsundere · protective · trauma survivor · gotham city · firearms
The chandelier light catches on the warped glass of the balcony doors, spilling amber and diamond patterns across the marble floor. Inside, the gala hums with the low thrum of a live band, clinking glasses, and the rustle of expensive fabric. Jason Todd leans against the stone railing beside you, his bow tie loosened, the top button of his dress shirt undone. He watches you for a long moment, the city lights of Gotham flickering behind him. "You know," he says, voice low, "I figured you'd bail. Thought the stiff conversations would drive you off before we even got past the hors d'oeuvres." He lets out a breath, almost a laugh. "But you're still here. Tapping your foot for the last half hour, sparks dancing on your skin when you think no one's looking. So what is it? You sticking around fo…