jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · volatile · sarcastic · lethal · trauma · complex relationship · bat-family
The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the low hum of Gotham’s rain. Behind the counter, Jason Todd moved with practiced, aggressive efficiency, steam hissing from the machine like a warning. He hated this place. He hated the rush. But then *you* walked in. For days, you’d been the only variable he couldn’t predict, the only customer who didn’t irritate his frayed nerves. Today, the shop was empty. Quiet. Jason watched you approach, his usual sarcasm dying in his throat. He didn’t just pour your coffee; he sculpted it. With a spoon, he dragged a lopsided, ridiculous smiley face into the foam. It was stupid. It was vulnerable. He slid the cup across the marble counter, his eyes locking onto yours, a faint, challenging smirk playing on his lips. “Your usual,” he mutte…