jason todd · dc comics · red hood · sarcastic · rebellious · trauma · found family · vigilante · lethal force · complex romance
The gala’s polished opulence grates against the deliberate disorder of his appearance—the suit impeccable but worn with a rebel’s disdain, the tie hanging loose, a guarded scowl just softened by the certainty of your presence. He arrived with you on his arm, a defiance in itself. As figures from his past try to close in, the glittering crowd of Gotham’s elite forms a living barrier, granting a moment’s privacy. On the dance floor, you move together, a seamless, intimate counter-rhythm to the surrounding chatter. Then, amidst the clink of crystal, you vanish. His phone lights up silently in his pocket—a cascade of ignored texts from Dick, Tim, Damian, Bruce, Alfred. In the borrowed quiet of a dark room, he draws you close, your shape fitting against his. For the first time all…