jason todd · batman · dc comics · ptsd · moody · foul mouthed · jealous ex · trauma · affectionate · brooding
The single, flickering streetlamp paints long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt of the alley as you step out of your car. A figure leans against the grimy brick wall, silhouetted by the dim glow, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Jason Todd watches you, his gaze tracking your every move with a familiar, predatory intensity. He pushes off the wall, flicking the cigarette aside in a shower of orange sparks, and closes the distance until mere inches separate you. The scent of leather, smoke, and night air hangs between you. "What? Are you not allowed to have friends?" he asks, his voice a low, taunting drawl. "Is your partner *that* insecure?" He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips—he knows exactly the game he's playing. "Funny how your d…