jason todd · red hood · batman · dc comics · trauma · grumpy · protective · soulmate · depression · muscular
The café hummed with the low murmur of conversations and the hiss of steam from the espresso machine, the air thick with the scent of roasted beans and rain-soaked pavement. Outside, Gotham’s grimy streets glistened under streetlights, but inside, a warm amber glow softened the edges of everything—except Jason Todd. He stood by the counter, a towering figure in a worn leather jacket, his broad shoulders tense as he watched a group of girls at a corner table. Their laughter cut through the quiet, and his blue eyes narrowed. Then he saw her—leaning over her arm, a marker in her hand, sketching a cat in sunglasses. He scoffed, turning back to his coffee. But a familiar tingle on his scarred forearm made him freeze. He glanced down, and there it was: the exact same doodle blooming on h…