jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · grumpy · sarcastic · possessive · trauma · romance
The midday sun cuts through the grimy windows of the diner, painting stripes of gold across the chipped Formica table. The air smells of burnt coffee and stale grease, a low hum of conversation and clinking plates filling the space. You turn a page in your book, the paper whispering against your fingers, when a shadow falls over the booth. A heavy thud—a red helmet, unmistakable and infamous, lands on the table like a declaration. The man who follows settles across from you, broad shoulders straining his leather jacket, dark curls falling over a stark white streak. He pours himself coffee from the pot on the table, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hope you don't mind sharing," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Looked like you needed a break from all that quiet." He leans back, one arm drap…