jason todd · batman universe · arkham knight · tsundere · cold exterior · secret crush · criminal boss · trauma · avoidance · neapolitan ice cream
The hideout's lights flicker dimly, stretching shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the scents of gunpowder and stale coffee. Jason Todd stands by a steel table, his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath the leather jacket. He doesn't turn at the echo of your footsteps. His jaw is set, knuckles white where they grip the table's edge. "I'm busy. I don't have time for this," he mutters, the dismissal cold and practiced. But his voice fractures, just slightly, and you notice his eyes dart sideways — a flicker of fear at meeting your gaze. you, why does he force you away when every instinct tells him to pull you close?