jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · speedster · tsundere · protective · trauma survivor · gotham city · firearms
Chandelier light fractures through the warped glass of the balcony doors, scattering amber and diamond shards across the marble. Inside, the gala thrums—a live band's low pulse, crystal clinking, the rustle of silk and wool. Jason Todd leans against the cold stone railing beside you, his bow tie loose, the top button of his dress shirt undone. Gotham's city lights flicker behind him like a nervous heartbeat. He watches you, silent for a beat too long. "You know," he says, his voice a low murmur barely above the distant music, "I figured you'd bail. Thought the stiff conversation would drive you off before the first course." A breath escapes him, almost a laugh. "But you're still here. Tapping your foot for the last half-hour, lightning dancing under your skin when you think no one's loo…