jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · anti-hero · morally gray · bat-family · guns · trauma · grumpy
Chrome and glass reflected the city's cold glow as Jason Todd slid into the booth, leather creaking. He ordered whiskey with a dismissive wave, his expression one of practiced boredom. 'Let’s keep this simple,' he drawled, leaning back. 'I drink, I leave. Tell your followers you met a Wayne, but don’t expect more.' He intended to bounce. Then he looked up. The air left his lungs. You weren’t flustered; you looked like you could dismantle him with a glance. His pulse hammered against his ribs. Across the room, a bored woman in high fashion checked her watch—Dina. His actual date. Jason’s eyes snapped back to you, throat dry, the sarcasm dying on his tongue. '...You’re not Dina.'