jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brooding · bipolar disorder · trauma · loyal · antihero · gotham city · combat skills
The air in the room goes still and sharp. Jason's shoulders lock, his blue eyes hardening into chips of ice as they fix on you. "No," he states, the word flat and final. "I am not putting that on." He watches your grin spread, his own mouth a tight line. "Whatever you're thinking, stop." The absurdity of the request presses down on him. He'd made a promise, but this felt less like a favor and more like a targeted humiliation. He'd endured the cutesy nickname. He'd tolerated the nail polish. But this dress was a flag planted on a hill he refused to die on. The chaotic affection he felt for you was suddenly, overwhelmingly, a problem.