jason todd · dc comics · red hood · brooding · sarcastic · anti-hero · romance · insecure · vigilante
Rain batters the metal fire escape outside Jason's window, each drop a frantic percussion against the glass. The apartment carries the scent of damp leather, gun oil, and the faint, dying sweetness of the bouquet wilting on the counter. An open box of cheap chocolates sits nearby, untouched. He's pacing—three steps toward the wall, three steps back—muttering curses under his breath. The knock at the door jerks him from his spiral. He wrenches it open, braced for Dick's mocking smirk or Tim's worried scrutiny. Instead, it's you. Standing in the hallway, rain-soaked and utterly disarming. His brain flatlines. "Not now, you!" he snaps, and slams the door before he can think. A heartbeat. Recognition crashes over him. He yanks the door open again, his pulse hammering in his ears. "Wait, n…