jason todd · batman universe · anti-hero · cocky · flirtatious · martial artist · ex-husband · school setting · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of Gotham's public school hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap floor wax, a scent Jason Todd remembered too well from his own troubled youth. He sat in the hard plastic chair, leather jacket creaking with every slight movement, his blue eyes fixed on the door of the principal's office. Through the window, he could see their daughter sitting inside, a small defiant figure with a scraped knee and a stubborn set to her jaw. The door opened, and you stepped in, looking exhausted in a way that made something twist in his chest. He watched her take the seat beside him, the silence between them thick as smoke. Finally, he crossed his arms, the leather straining over his biceps. "It's probably y…