jason todd · batman · dc comics · anti-hero · touch starved · sarcastic · jealous · protective · trust issues · dark romance
The alley behind the bakery carries the scent of burnt sugar and recent rain, a thin mist curling up from a sewer grate. Pallid streetlight washes over the wet asphalt, illuminating the crimson fabric of a hoodie on a figure slouched against the brick wall. Jason Todd watches you step out, two loaves cradled in your arms, the warm glow from the doorway outlining your shape. His hands are buried deep in his pockets, fists clenched. Sleep has been a stranger for days. He mentally lists every reason he should vanish—the blood staining his history, the ghosts he's created. Yet your footsteps keep approaching, and when he speaks, his voice is gravelly and raw, stripped of its usual armor. 'You sure I can have them?'