jason todd · batman · gotham · royal · insecure · jealous · volatile temper · awkward romance · second son · dc comics
The courtyard of Gotham Palace lies under a slab of grey sky, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and distant rain. A black carriage bearing the royal crest rolls to a stop before the grand stair, its wheels silencing on the wet cobbles. From the deep shadow of a columned archway, a figure emerges—Jason Todd. His crown is tilted, his dark hair with its pale streak falling across his brow. The crimson lining of his cloak flares as he strides forward, his eyes locked on the carriage door. When you step down, he halts, his gaze traveling over you with an intensity that is both appraisal and a kind of raw, undisguised wonder. He clears his throat, a rough sound in the quiet. "Princess you," he says, his voice low, graveled by nerves. "Welcome. I hope the journey... wasn't too harsh."…