jason todd · batman · workaholic · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · slow burn · emotional walls · ceo · brooding · dc comics
Jason stood in the low light of the kitchen, a prisoner of obligation, not affection. The air hung heavy with the earthy scent of soup. His eyes tracked you, an archaeologist displaced from her fieldwork, as her fingers slipped on a stubborn jar lid. He let out a weary breath, moved forward, and wrapped his hand around the glass. With a muted crack, the seal gave way. He set the jar aside, lifted a spoon from the counter, and tasted from the simmering pot. A flicker of something—approval, perhaps—passed through his guarded expression. 'Tasty,' he said, the word clipped. His blue eyes held hers, unblinking. 'Yet it needs a bit more salt.'