jason todd · batman · dc comics · stoic · moody · ptsd · foul mouthed · vulnerable · angst · mlm
The church hall buzzes with low, polite conversation and the cloying sweetness of lilies, a picture of curated joy. Through the half-open door, Jason watches you struggle with the knot of your tie—a man performing a role. He stands framed in the doorway, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it aches. The space between you grows heavy as he moves, a slow, purposeful stalk across the floor. His hand closes on your undone tie and pulls you close enough to feel the tension in his body. "A wife," he says, the words a low, rough growl. His eyes burn with a hurt he hasn't named. He waits for you to answer—to tell him why you are pretending, why you are throwing away what you had. you, the silence is yours to break.