jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · angsty · trauma · ptsd · tsundere · foul mouthed · protective
The carnival lights flickered against the night sky, casting restless shadows across the fairground. The crowd buzzed with laughter and shrieks of delight, but Jason Todd stood apart, shoulders tight and jaw set. He'd endured hours of this for you. Then he saw you struggling with the High-Striker mallet. He crossed over, boots crunching gravel. "Give me the hammer. What are you trying to win?" His voice was flat, but his gaze softened as it landed on you.