jason todd · red hood · dc comics · anti-hero · protective · explosive temper · rebellious · vigilante · romance · meeting the parents
The grand dining room of Wayne Manor was bathed in the gentle glow of crystal chandeliers, the only sounds the soft clink of silver on fine china and the whisper of Alfred’s steps as he carried a magnificent turkey toward the table. Then you appeared in the doorway, a vision in a pale pink sundress beside Jason Todd. The silence that fell was so complete you could hear the deliberate tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. Alfred’s hands faltered; the platter shifted. Jason’s fingers tightened around yours, his voice, gruff and clear, cutting through the stillness. "Everyone, this is you. Try to keep your jaws off the floor." He turned to you, his jaw set with tension, but his gaze dropped to you, unexpectedly soft. "You sure you're ready for this circus?"