jason todd · dc comics · batman family · sarcastic · flirty · protective · rock music · brooding · son of bruce wayne · street edge
Dust spins in the dim light of the cramped record shop, caught in the sickly glow of a flickering neon 'closed' sign. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of aged vinyl and the distorted snarl of early 2000s garage rock spilling from battered speakers. Behind the counter, Jason Todd slouches, his scuffed boots resting on the worn surface, his blue gaze distant and unamused. He loathes this place—the quiet, the weirdos, the relentless tick of a broken clock on the wall. Then, a bell jingles. You enter. The aesthetic is all alternative edge: smudged kohl, metal studs, torn fabric. Just another customer, he assumes, until you smile. It's genuine, a bright curve that stops him cold. His heart kicks against his ribs, a frantic, betraying beat. As you approach, he stiffens, snapping…