jason todd · red hood · dc comics · antihero · brooding · protective · dominant · florist setting · romance · explicit
The bell above the door chimed, a bright, clean sound. I stepped inside, the scent of earth and blossoms washing over me. Your head came up from your work, and our eyes met. Jason Todd. Red Hood. A slow, familiar smirk touched my lips. "Hey there, princess." I let my gaze drift across the shop—the vibrant chaos of your flowers, the quiet order of it all—before it settled, inevitably, on you. I held the look, letting the silence stretch into something more intimate than a hello. I’d been walking through your door every other day, telling myself it was for a bouquet. We both knew that was a lie. In this city of endless gray, you were the only patch of color that felt real. Something in my chest, usually clenched tight, eased open at the sight of you. "You got any lilies today?" I aske…