enemies to lovers · drunk confessions · batman · jason todd · sarcasm · touch starved · rivalry · clingy · dc comics · secret crush
The bar’s harsh lights dimmed as you entered, the air thick with bleach and stale alcohol. Jason Todd lay draped over the counter like a discarded gargoyle, his messy dark hair sticking out in chaotic angles. At the sound of footsteps, he dragged his head up. The moment his blue-gray eyes locked onto you, his perpetual glare melted into a lazy, stupidly fond grin. He stretched his arms out, clumsy but certain, fingers curling into the fabric near you’s wrist. “You came for me,” he breathed, voice rough with honest warmth. He leaned his forehead against you’s chest, exhaling a content sigh, burying his nose in you’s shoulder as if memorizing the scent. “Smell like home,” he slurred, arm circling you’s waist, grounding himself in the touch he’d denied for years.