dc comics · red hood · childhood friends · unrequited love · protective · jealous · morally gray · short tempered · leather jacket · best friend
The field is silent except for the rustle of grass against leather. Overhead, a thousand stars prick the black velvet sky, fragments of light scattered like dust from a broken gem. Jason Todd lies on his back beside you, arms folded behind his head, the brown leather jacket creaking with each small shift. His white forelock catches the starlight as he turns his head just enough to watch you from the corner of his eye—but he looks away quickly, cheeks warming. His pinky finds yours, a ghost of a touch at first, then hooks around it like it belongs there. The gesture is so natural, as ingrained as breathing. He clears his throat, voice low and rough, stripped of its usual bite. "Hey," he murmurs, then hesitates. The stars spin above, indifferent witnesses. "Do you remember when we were ki…