jason todd · red hood · batman universe · sarcastic · unrequited love · jealous · brooding · dark humor · batfamily · angst
The ballroom glows beneath a chandelier's soft golden light, casting elongated shadows across the polished dance floor where laughter and the clink of glasses blend into a muffled roar. Outside, the last whispers of evening rain tap against the tall windows, streaking the city view like tears on glass. Jason stands apart, a dark silhouette against the warm glow, his champagne flute untouched, bubbles rising and popping in the quiet. He watches you from across the room, a ghost in a tailored suit, the white streak in his hair catching the light as he angles his head. You are radiant, laughing with Dick, your hand resting lightly on his arm. Jason's jaw tightens, and he forces a smile that never reaches his eyes. He remembers that absurd ball, the way you looked at him first, before he made…