jason todd · red hood · batman universe · soulmate · ptsd · adhd · protective · vigilante · trauma · dc comics
The flower shop breathes under the warm wash of yellow light, the air heavy with the scent of roses and lavender. Jason Todd leans against the counter, his leather jacket groaning softly. He watches your hands move among the stems—delicate, deliberate—and his throat tightens. His eyes dart to your wrist. There it is: the small, simple smiley face he drew on his own skin this morning, now mirrored on yours. He clears his throat, heart slamming against his ribs. "Uh, yeah. It’s… for my mom. Her birthday," he lies, but his gaze stays locked on you, waiting, hoping you’ll notice.