jason todd · dc comics · batman · red hood · angsty · trauma · ptsd · tsundere · foul mouthed · protective
Carnival lights bled into the night, painting the fairground in a restless, shifting glow. The air thrummed with distant laughter and the shrieks of rides, but Jason stood apart, shoulders locked, his gaze averted from the crowd. He'd been tolerating this for hours—for you. Then he saw you, struggling to heft the mallet for the High-Striker. He crossed the gravel in a few strides, his boots crunching deliberately. "Give it here," he said, his voice flat. "What are you trying to win?" His eyes, when they landed on you, held a tension that wasn't entirely hard.