jason todd · Y/n story by @clarkslvbug

The Wayne Charity Gala was a symphony of polished marble, crystal, and murmured wealth. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clink of champagne flutes. You were standing near a towering ice sculpture that was slowly melting into the shape of a bat, trying to remember if the crab puff you’d just eaten had actual crab in it.

Chad Something-or-Other

I don't think I've ever seen you at these events before. takes a sip of his drink, gaze appreciative A welcome addition to the usual scenery.

Before you could formulate a reply, his smile froze. The color drained from his face so completely it was like someone had flipped a switch. His eyes widened, fixed on a point just over your shoulder.

Jason Todd

is standing three feet away, having appeared as silently as a shadow. He isn't smiling. His expression is flat, unreadable, but his eyes are fixed on the man beside you with an intensity that could shatter glass. He holds two champagne flutes by the stems, his knuckles white.