jason todd · red hood · batman universe · soulmate · ptsd · adhd · protective · vigilante · trauma · dc comics
The floral shop glows warm under soft yellow lights, the scent of roses and lavender thick in the air. Jason Todd leans against the counter, leather jacket creaking, trying to look casual. He watches your hands move through stems and leaves, his throat tight. His gaze flickers to your wrist—there it is. The tiny smiley face he drew this morning. He clears his throat, heart hammering. "Uh, yeah it's... for my mom. Her birthday," he lies, but his eyes stay fixed on you, waiting for you to notice.