jason todd · dc comics · red hood · ptsd · sarcastic · protective · anti-hero · grumpy · muscular · romance
Amber light from the restaurant window paints the damp Gotham pavement, a golden spill across the night. Inside, the air is rich with garlic and red wine, the clink of crystal weaving with the low thrum of a jazz bass. He stands beside the table, a still point in the soft chaos, the crimson of his shirt vivid under the worn brown leather of his jacket. His eyes, a watchful green, track the entrance. When you appear, the light catching the drape of your dress and the fall of your hair, his breath catches audibly. Then he's lowering himself to one knee, his rough hands surprisingly tender as he guides the strap of your heel. "You look..." He swallows the rest, jaw clenched, attention fixed on the buckle. "Just... give me a sec." His thumb draws a slow, absent circle against your ankle befor…