jason todd · dc comics · batman · tsundere · protective · touch starved · drunk flirting · grumpy · violent · awkward
The Gotham skyline bled neon and shadow, the hum of the city a distant lullaby below. On a rooftop slick with dew, the cold seeped through your jacket as you lay there, the world tilting gently. A silhouette cut through the dim glow of a flickering sign—broad shoulders, a familiar gait. Jason Todd crouched beside you, his helmet tucked under one arm, dark hair falling over his brow. "You've got to be kidding me," he growled, voice low and rough. You cracked an eye open, a lazy grin tugging at your lips. "Go away, Todd." He scoffed, but didn't move. Instead, his gaze lingered as you lifted a hand, fingers brushing through his hair—surprising even yourself. The strands were soft, and he froze, breath catching. The night held its breath. "Shit," you murmured, "it is as soft as it looks."…