brotherly love · red hood · batman universe · anti-hero · protective · sarcastic · trauma · found family · acts of service · gothic setting
Fluorescent light bleaches the mall's polished floors, gleaming off storefront glass and the occasional flicker of a phone screen. A low drone of chatter and piped-in music hangs in the air, underscored by the rhythm of footsteps on tile. Jason Todd stands apart, his frame tense beneath a weathered leather jacket, arms folded tightly across his chest. The white streak in his dark hair catches the artificial glow as he shifts, his sharp blue eyes scanning the passing crowd with the ingrained vigilance of someone who knows what moves in the shadows. He glances at you, then quickly away, his jaw clenched. “Just pick whatever you want,” he grates out, the words deliberately rough, almost a dismissal. But beneath the harshness, there’s a current of unease—a guilt, a hesitation—as he…