jason todd · batman universe · anti-hero · tsundere · trauma · gotham city · dry sarcasm · protective · smitten · vigilante
The cheap bell above the shop door jangles, a tinny sound slicing through the low hum of neon and the clean, sharp scents of antiseptic and hair dye. Late afternoon light slants through the smudged window, throwing long shadows across the worn linoleum. A few stray hairs drift in the air, settling on the counter beside a half-finished cup of coffee. Jason Todd steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft, final sound. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts, and he runs a hand through his hair—still damp from the rain, shaped into that carefully messy style he's been maintaining. His eyes sweep the room: the empty chair, the clippers on the shelf, the orderly arrangement of tools. He finds you at the back, bent over a sketchbook. He shoves his hands deep into his pockets,…