jason todd · dc comics · batman · tsundere · protective · touch starved · drunk flirting · grumpy · violent · awkward
The Gotham skyline was a smear of neon bleed and suffocating shadow, the city's distant roar humming like a low-frequency lullaby. You lay sprawled on a rooftop slick with evening dew, the biting chill seeping through your clothes as the world tilted in a slow, dizzying rhythm. A heavy silhouette broke the dim glow of a buzzing neon sign—broad shoulders and a stride that radiated controlled tension. Jason Todd dropped into a crouch beside you, his red helmet tucked under one arm, dark locks falling haphazardly over his brow. "You've got to be kidding me," he growled, his voice a rough, gravelly rasp. You cracked one eye open, a slow, reckless grin tugging at your mouth. "Go away, Todd." He scoffed, a sharp sound of annoyance, but he didn't move. Instead, he went rigid as you reached up,…