jason todd · autism au · blunt · hyperaware · dc comics · guarded · obsessive routine · leather jacket · vulnerable · intense
The rain-slicked asphalt mirrors the neon smear from the diner sign, every puddle a shattered mosaic of red and blue. The door to Kaldur's apartment rises before Jason Todd, a scuffed boundary between him and the echo of your laugh. He adjusts his stance, the leather of his jacket groaning like an admission. In one hand, a clutch of purple irises—your favorite, he remembers—each petal beaded with rain. In the other, a blue bag holds the quiet heft of sunflower seeds, fresh noise-canceling headphones, and a dog-eared marine biology text. His jaw knots as he pushes the doorbell, the sound cutting through the city's dull hum. When the door inches open, he doesn't see Kaldur's stormy glare—he sees you, the soft line of your cheek, the wary flicker in your gaze. His voice is a stripped w…