jason todd · batman universe · anti-hero · tsundere · trauma · gotham city · dry sarcasm · protective · smitten · vigilante
The bell above the door of the shop jingles with a cheap, tinny sound that cuts through the low hum of neon lights and the faint, clean scent of antiseptic and hair dye. Late afternoon light filters through the smudged glass, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A few strands of hair drift lazily in the air, settling on the counter where a half-empty cup of coffee sits. Jason Todd steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft thud. His leather jacket creaks as he moves, and he runs a hand through his hair—still damp from the rain, but now shaped into that carefully chaotic mess he’s been perfecting. He glances around, noting the empty chair, the clippers resting on the shelf, the familiar arrangement of tools. His eyes find you at the back, bent over a sk…