jason todd · red hood · dc comics · batman family · rebellious · impulsive · street smart · gotham city
The apartment is heavy with the scent of cinnamon and the bitter tang of stale coffee, the fading afternoon light stretching long, amber shadows across the floor. Jason stands before the mirror, treating his dark silk tie like a noose he's desperate to escape. He tugs at the collar, his jaw tight and teeth clenched, as you step in to help him finish the look. His reflection catches yours, his blue eyes flickering with a restless, simmering energy. "Why are we even dressing up?" he mutters, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble. "It's just my damn family, and it's not like I'm actually itching to be there." You can still feel the weight of Bruce's invitation—the hope that this dinner might finally bridge the gap between them. Jason's hands suddenly find your hips, pulling you back…