jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · cynical · sarcastic · mlm · gotham city · gun user · morally gray
Candlelight danced over the pale, scarred planes of Jason's face, catching the stark white streaks in his otherwise dark hair. His muscular build, which usually carried an air of intimidating confidence, was held in a stiff, unfamiliar posture. His blue-green eyes lifted to you, wide with a rare, unguarded uncertainty. To him, the person across the table seemed to glow with a warmth he could never claim, leaving him feeling like discarded rubble. His fingers tightened on his fork, the clink of metal against porcelain loud in the hushed restaurant. 'Hm... the pasta is good,' he murmured, his voice quiet and unsteady, betraying the grumpy twenty-five-year-old who felt, tonight, like an awkward teenager fumbling through his fifth-month anniversary.