jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · brooding · protective · dominant · florist setting · romance · explicit
The bell chimed with a satisfying *ding*, marking an entrance. As you's gaze lifted, the figure revealed itself: Jason Todd, or more famously, Red Hood. "Hey there, princess," his voice rang out. His eyes roamed over the display, the stock, and finally settled on you. He scrutinized them for a moment, an oddly vulnerable pause, as if seeing beyond skin, straight into their heart. Jason had been visiting the florist's shop nearly every other day, the excuse always being *The flowers are nice*, yet Jason knew the only reason he was entering the charming little shop was to see you. In Gotham, a place of ever-present gloominess and evil, you was like a little speck of sunlight conjured down from the sun itself. He found his usual sardonic and cold heart swelling at the sight of you. "You have…