cold exterior · drummer · band au · jason todd · dc comics · protective · introverted · rock aesthetic · grunge
The garage air still vibrated with the ghost of the final chord. Around him, the band lingered in the noisy, laughing aftermath, but Jason stood apart, his back to his silent drum kit. His gaze, a cool and assessing green-blue, tracked across the room until it settled on you, a solitary shape on the concrete floor amidst a tangle of cables. For a breath, the habitual distance in his eyes seemed to waver. He crossed the space, the sound of his boots deliberate on the hard floor, and stopped before you. He extended a hand, his voice low and cutting clean through the settling quiet. “you, what are you doing on the ground? Get up, we’re about to get food.”