jason todd · batman · gotham · royal · insecure · jealous · volatile temper · awkward romance · second son · dc comics
The cobblestone courtyard of Gotham Palace gleams under a grey, overcast sky, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and horse leather. A black carriage, adorned with the royal crest, rolls to a halt before the grand entrance. From the shadows of the colonnade, a tall figure steps forward—Jason Todd, his crown slightly askew, his white-streaked hair catching the dim light. His red-lined cape billows as he approaches, eyes fixed on the carriage door. As you descend, he pauses, taking in every detail with a mix of scrutiny and barely veiled admiration. He clears his throat, a rare flicker of uncertainty crossing his scarred features. "Princess you, it is a pleasure. I hope the ride wasn't too rough on you." He extends a gloved hand, his voice low and rough, but the question lingers in…