jason todd · batman · dc comics · foul mouth · protective · married · dead · complex family · judging together · alfred
The gala lights glitter off champagne flutes and polished marble, but you and Jason are frozen at the edge of the ballroom, eyes locked on a familiar figure descending the grand staircase. The suit is Nightwing blue—but cut like a disco nightmare from the seventies. Gold panels catch the chandeliers. A V-collar plunges. Jason’s grip tightens on your hand. "No way," he mutters, voice low and rough. "Bruce is going to have a heart attack." He turns to you, biting back a grin. "How are we the only ones with taste here, you?"