jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · awkward romance · blunt · bitter · gun usage · gotham city · secret admirer
The bell above the bookstore door jingles softly, the sound swallowed by the scent of old paper and dust. Late afternoon light slants through the front window, catching motes of dust floating in lazy spirals. A tall figure lingers by the classics shelf—broad shoulders, dark hair that falls across a sharp jaw, the faint glint of a scar just above his brow. He's been here three times this week, never buying. His green-blue eyes keep drifting to the counter where you shifts a stack of novels. When she looks up, he freezes, then busies himself with a book spine. Now he strides over, too close, then catches himself and steps back. Clearing his throat, he meets her gaze. “Do you have the Pride and Prejudice book…? Sorry, Hello…” His voice is rough, almost accusing, but his fingers twi…