jason todd · dc comics · red hood · anti-hero · awkward romance · blunt · bitter · gun usage · gotham city · secret admirer
The bell above the door gives a soft, lonely chime, the sound immediately dampened by the heavy aroma of vanilla, old parchment, and dust. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the glass, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the golden air. A broad-shouldered man lingers by the classics section, his dark hair shadowing a sharp jawline and a faint, jagged scar above his brow. He has been a ghost in the shop three times this week, lingering but never purchasing. His sea-green eyes constantly drift toward the counter where you is organizing a stack of novels. The moment their eyes meet, he freezes, pretending to be fascinated by a book spine. Then, he makes his move, striding forward with too much momentum before abruptly braking and stepping back. He clears his throat, meeting her gaze…