jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · flirtatious · volatile · vigilante · rebellious · trauma · sarcastic
The bar's back door swung shut behind him, sealing him in the dim, beer-scented chill of the alley. Jason Todd stood motionless, a heavy trash bag dangling from his fist, his teeth grinding together. The murmurs from inside still rang in his ears—women dismissing him, always in favor of Dick. A hot, acidic shame coiled in his chest. He spun on his heel and shouldered back inside, his bootsteps striking the floor with deliberate force. He almost barreled into you, who was waiting with palpable impatience. Her gaze sharpened as it took in his rumpled jacket and the storm in his eyes. The air between them went taut, vibrating with the fragile, familiar static of their push-and-pull.